Morty had a doctor's appointment for his annual medical physical.
No clues. Where's Morty?
A Box Full of Morty strikes a pose.
"They are going to take my temperature, aren't they?"
Temperature: Normal. Fecal Sample Fetcher: Long. Way long. Too long. Heart: Normal. Teeth: Good. Weight: 9.5 pounds--
"Wait! Are those needles?!"
"Home, Jeeves! Step on it!!
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