Rowley can’t throw a tantrum

250. It was a bright and sunny summer day, perfect for a party in the back garden. Rowley's parents had invited all of their friends over, along with their children. The adults were chatting and laughing, while the kids were running around and playing games.
Rowley's best friend, Darwin the dehydrated fish, was thrilled to be at the party. He wiggled his fins with excitement as he poured himself a glass of fizzy cola. But just as he was about to take a sip, Rowley, being the clumsy and oblivious 11-year-old that he was, accidentally smacked the glass out of Darwin's fins.
"Oops, sorry Darwin! I thought you needed to be thirsty," Rowley said with a sheepish grin.
Darwin sighed and shook his head, used to Rowley's well-meaning but often misguided actions. He decided to let it go and poured himself another glass of cola.
Meanwhile, Rowley's mother's friend, Heather, arrived at the party with a present in hand. She gave Rowley's mother a thoughtful gift, but didn’t bring one for Rowley. This did not sit well with the young boy.
"Why didn't Heather bring me a present? It's not fair!" Rowley whined, crossing his arms and pouting.
His parents tried to calm him down, but Rowley's frustration quickly escalated into a full-blown tantrum. He kicked, screamed, and cried, making a scene in front of all the party guests. People held their noses at the stench as Rowley, in his fit of anger, had an accident in his nappy.
Embarrassed and exhausted from his outburst, Rowley's parents decided it was time for him to go to bed. They tucked him in with a bottle, a dummy, and even attempted to breastfeed him, much to the amusement of the party guests.
He slept between his parents in a poo-filled nappy. It was a strange quirk that he had since he was an 11 year old , and no matter how hard his parents tried to break the habit, Rowley just couldn't sleep without his trusty nappy.
that fateful night, as Rowley lay curled up between his sleeping parents, a wizard appeared in his bedroom. The wizard, known as Fuckface the Mischievous, had been traveling through the realms of magic when he stumbled upon Rowley's house. Fuckface, always up for a good prank, decided to cast a spell on Rowley so that he couldn't throw a tantrum for the next 24 hours.
The next morning, Rowley woke up feeling a strange sense of calm. He didn't have the urge to scream or shout or throw things – it was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He happily bounded down the stairs to the kitchen, looking forward to his favorite breakfast of chocolate milkshake.
But to his dismay, there was no chocolate milkshake left in the fridge. Rowley felt a surge of frustration building up inside him, ready to explode into a tantrum. However, as he opened his mouth to scream, no sound came out. It was as if his vocal cords had been magically muted.
Rowley tried to throw a tantrum in other ways. He attempted to poo his nappy in protest, but to his horror, he found that his bumhole had been sewn shut. In desperation, he reached for his collection of dummy's, only to discover that they had mysteriously melted into a gooey mess.
Rowley's parents, who had been woken up by the commotion, were shocked and delighted by their son's sudden change in behavior. They couldn't believe their luck – their once tantrum-prone child was now calm and collected, thanks to Merlin the Mischievous' spell.
To celebrate Rowley's newfound tranquility, his father decided to take him to the fair. As they drove to the fairgrounds, Rowley couldn't help but notice a lone mint sitting in the cup holder. He reached for it eagerly, but his father grabbed it first.
"Sorry dick head it’s mine”
Rowley was excited as he walked through the fair with his father, trying out all the different rides and games. But as the hours passed, their stomachs began to growl with hunger. The smell of nachos drifted towards them, and they quickly made their way to the food stand.
As they approached the stand, they were met by a surly 17-year-old worker named Carl. Without warning, Carl stuck his middle finger up at Rowley, causing him to bristle with anger. In a sudden fit of rage, Rowley pulled out a gun and shot Carl without hesitation. His father, surprisingly, applauded his actions.
Feeling empowered by their violent actions, Rowley and his father began to target all the people who had ever upset them in life. They shot Greg Heffley, Santa Claus, the Real Slim Shady, Mr Bean, Noddy, Mr. Ballsack, Joe Swanson, John the Minion, and even Pube Eater.
When they returned home, Rowley proudly showed his mother the bodies, expecting her to be horrified. Instead, she smiled with glee and asked Rowley for the gun. When Mr. Jefferson, Rowley's father, walked in, Rowley's mother shot him as well, sending them both into fits of laughter. They felt no remorse, knowing that Mr. Jefferson would be condemned to hell.
As they continued to laugh and revel in their violence, the sky darkened and the sun burned out, leaving them frozen to death in a world devoid of light. And in that twisted darkness, their laughter echoed into eternity. The end.