Rowleys cousin

156.Rowley Jefferson, an eccentric 11-year-old boy, lived in a sprawling mansion with his indulgent parents. Despite his age, Rowley still wore nappies and had a peculiar habit of using them as his personal toilet. Surprisingly, his parents seemed to adore him despite his strange tendencies. The entire family, including Rowley, had sizable tummies thanks to their vast wealth, which allowed them to dine on dog poo daily.
Rowley's family was not without its share of oddities. He had a late grandmother who had fortanatly passed away, an uncle who mysteriously disappeared in 1976, and an auntie named Bec, whom nobody really liked. However, lurking somewhere in the shadows was Rowley's enigmatic cousin.
No one, aside from Rowley's parents, had ever laid eyes on Rowley's cousin. The family despised him, and it had been rumored that Rowley's cousin held similar feelings towards them. Auntie Bec's upcoming vacation to North Korea provided an opportunity for Rowley's cousin to visit.
One morning, as Rowley and his father sat down for breakfast, his mother interrupted their meal with an announcement. She began to explain that Auntie Bec was going on a three-month holiday to North Korea, but before she could finish her sentence, Rowley and his father erupted into celebration. They jokingly wished for her to be sent to a North Korean prison, ignorant of the consequences.
As his mother continued, Rowley's excitement quickly turned into confusion. She revealed that Auntie Bec's son, referred to as "Stinky Tobacco Boy," would be coming to stay with them in her absence. Rowley, ever the dim-witted child, ecstatically called him "my brother," much to his father's annoyance. A swift prod from his father's fork and a pin in his eye and his finger in the toaster, ball in the microwave, eating led pie being nailed to a cross. a swim in shark infested water, acid in face (like katie piper), a ball flick, ripping his face of, nip nip twist, a punch in the stomach a rock chucked at his head deadly wasp stings and a day in the tourcher chamber corrected Rowley's mistake, reminding him that Stinky Tobacco Boy was, in fact, his cousin.
To punish Rowley for his bizarre remark, his father devised an unimaginable consequence. Rowley was coerced into enduring a needle inserted into his eye. The painful experience was etched into his memory as his cousin arrived.
According to the peculiar rules governing Rowley's world, once a person reached a certain age, they remained that age forever. And in the event of their passing, they would somehow return in the next story, resurrected anew. Rowley's cousin had been frozen at the age of 17 for a staggering 43 years, his presence woven into an eternity of youth. Meanwhile, Rowley, despite his 57 of existence, was still stuck at the tender age of 11.
Rowley's mother generously asked two neighborhood children to install a wooden swing in the backyard tree, near the remnants of an old treehouse that had long since fallen. As they embarked on their project, Rowley continuously sang his own whimsical tune, oblivious to his cousin's growing irritation. Fed up, his cousin muttered, "Stop it, you fat git."
As his cousin tied the first knot on the swing, a stroke of misfortune struck. Tripping over a protruding root, he found himself trapped, his willy ensnared by the tightening rope. Rowley, witnessing the spectacle, found amusement rather than aid, his callous laughter echoing through the air. In silent agony, his cousin choked.
With their macabre performance unfolding, Rowley's parents emerged from the mansion, joining their son in mocking their desperate cousin. Their laughter persisted until the choking ceased and the cousin's lifeless body swung upon the menacing rope. Astonishingly, no remorse or guilt tainted Rowley and his parents as they laughed at the lifeless figure, callously discarding it into oblivion.
Sadly, for Rowley's cousin, he was the sole exception in this peculiar world where even death held no permanence. Forever denied the chance to return, he found his eternal rest transformed into a tormenting existence in the depths of hell, plagued by unquenchable thirst and everlasting torment.
Undeterred by the macabre events, Rowley and his mother retired to the mansion's luxurious theater room. They settled in to watch a bizarrely titled movie, "Lester the Pooh Has a Wee," embracing the film sans clothing, indulging in their eccentricities with reckless abandon.
As the movie played, Rowley's father, thankful for not meeting his demise that day, exhaled a sigh of relief. But his relief was short-lived, as his heart unexpectedly burst, ending his earthly existence. Yet, mysteriously, Rowley and his mother could not conjure an ounce of guilt or sorrow. Instead, they chuckled at the unexpected demise, their hearts untouched by remorse.
In this twisted tale, riddled with dark humor and twisted creativity, Rowley and his family reveled in their absurdities, blissfully unaware or indifferent to the consequences of their actions.