Rick's brow furled and a short scowl appeared on his face at the simplicity of the question.

[b]"I'm the tooth fairy Morty, I-I'm the motherfucking tooth fairy dressed up exactly like your grandpa. You ever hear of that Morty?"[/b]

Rick fiddled with something under his jacket, clearly preoccupied with something as he searched the back of his mind for an easier way to explain away his situation. Eventually his hand returned bearing a small single screen display that he would use to toggle through a complex looking repository of data and statistics. Mr. Poopybutthole would watch with bulging eyes and a chipper smile as Rick seemed to settle on the information he was looking for, his scowl diminishing ever so slightly. He scrolled for a couple more moments and some minuscule portion of his expression changed to match the complete hell of information he was looking at. He wouldn't let Morty see if he could help it. Better yet, he would cover it up with anger.

[b]"[i]THE SHIT[/i] Morty?! w-When the council of Ricks came by a few months ago d-did they even bother to wipe your memory?"[/b]

Rick waited for the response, his finger still toggling through the small library of information in front of him. A Morty with as much psychological damage as this one was bound to cause trouble. What's more, his brain waves would probably be distorted, which would most likely have unpredictable side effects for the sort trouble Rick generally tended to get himself into.