Rowley makes a sequel to a movie

193.Rowley Jefferson anxiously sat in the cozy mansion where he lived, his eyes fixated on the towering pile of presents before him. Christmas Day had finally arrived, and Rowley's excitement bubbled within him. His mother and father watched with affectionate amusement as he tore through the wrapping paper, revealing one delightful surprise after another.

But as the last gift was unveiled, disappointment washed over Rowley's face. It was just a Captain Arseface 5 movie pack DVD set. Rowley's tears started to well up, his voice quivering as he lamented the lack of presents. His father, Mr. Jefferson, intervened, reminding Rowley of the true meaning of Christmas.

"Rowley, be grateful! Christmas is about family, Jesus, and LeBron James," Mr. Jefferson admonished. Rowley's distress only grew, prompting Mrs. Jefferson to interject. "Mr. Jefferson, Christmas is about getting things, not giving. And it's definitely about the movie 'Ted' and Danny DeVito," she countered, glancing disapprovingly at her husband.

To appease Rowley, Mrs. Jefferson seized her husband's single mint imperial and handed it to their despondent son. With the ruckus momentarily silenced, she retreated to the kitchen to attend to the Christmas dinner preparations, encouraging Rowley to occupy himself with his new toys.

Now the proud owner of a camera gifted to him, Rowley's mind wandered back to an old movie he had made with his friends Darwin, the ever-thirsty fish, and Elon Musk. The memory beckoned him, and soon he found himself gathering his companions for a sequel. Strangely, Scary Momo insisted on being part of the cast, and with little objection, they welcomed her onboard.

The first movie they had made had been an absolute disaster. Entitled ", The Monsters Attack Poo Land " it initially seemed promising until Elon Musk unexpectedly uttered the word fuck, causing an uproar among the audience and triggering a cinematic catastrophe. The projector exploded, engulfing all those nearby in the blast. The experience hadn't deterred Rowley, though — in his mind, it was merely a stepping stone to greatness.

Setting the camera on a sturdy wall, the group embarked on their quest for an artistic masterpiece. They named the movie darwin gets pooed on.This time, they planned to overcome the challenges that had plagued them before. Rowley's friends discreetly positioned themselves so as not to obstruct the camera's view, and one by one, they successfully executed their synchronized bowel movements upon Darwin.

To their surprise, Darwin's distress reverberated throughout the town, capturing everyone's attention. Yet, no one dared to intervene, not out of concern for Darwin's plight, but to avoid ruining what they presumed to be an exceptional movie in the making.

With the recording completed, Elon Musk borrowed Rowley's camera to embark on the arduous task of editing the film. Meanwhile, Rowley returned home to join his mother for the Christmas dinner, eagerly anticipating the day when he would present his creation to the world.

Two years flew by, and the day of the grand premiere arrived. Excitement coursed through Rowley's veins as they gathered in the park, with friends, neighbors, and even strangers eager to witness the movie that had been shrouded in secrecy. The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation.

As the film flickered to life on the screen, laughter ensued, filling the air with joy. Each scene elicited roars of amusement, until a pivotal moment when Elon Musk shockingly exposed his willy. The collective gasp of the audience hung in the air, as disbelief mingled with both amusement and horror. Before anyone could react, a woman smoking nearby accidentally dropped her fag onto the projector, engulfing it in flames.

Chaos erupted as smoke billowed from the malfunctioning machinery. The ensuing explosion echoed through the park, resulting in an unfortunate demise for nearly everyone present. Rows of charred skeletons now populated the once joyful scene, their souls consigned to eternal rest. Only Rowley and his mother emerged unscathed, their laughter reverberating through the empty park.

Unfazed by the havoc they had unwittingly caused, Rowley and his mother, lost in their stupor of childish glee, reveled in the macabre sight before them. The skeletons, to them, were no more than playthings, subjects of their amusement and creativity.

In their mutual haze of insensitivity, Rowley and his mother chuckled heartily — little did they comprehend the weight of the lives extinguished or the defilement of the season of joy. Their minds, clouded with innocent foolishness and untamed creativity, remained blissfully unaware of the havoc they had inadvertently wrought on that fateful Christmas Day