Well, that’s usually a sound policy.
This episode did feel like a rehash in many ways, but I laughed a few times. Morty staying hydrated with OJ was a nice callback to when he and his sex droid were so energetically gettin’ it on. I dug Rick and Morty admiring the badass Special Forces guy - until they just couldn’t any more. Loved all the exotic Vegas performers helping to defend Summer’s giant egg, and Rick frozen in carbonite, er, DNA and wanting to be out of Morty’s sightline as the sperm monsters harvested his sperm. Morty protecting the one friendly giant flying sperm (I can’t believe I just typed that) from Rick also reminded me of his doomed friendship with the gaseous genocidal alien Fart 'way back in S2.
“Morty, if I wanted horse semen, I’d… yes, I asked your mother.”
“Why don’t you trust labels?”
“I always knew your hormones would cause a world war between humans and cannibalistic horse people. I just didn’t know it would be like this!”
“My God, man, we were all 14 once, but it’s called self-control!”
“Yeah, not exactly accepting your apology while I’m stuck here as Handjob Solo!”
“Where did you get all this spermicide?”
“This is Vegas.”