Rothbart Delinquent Jones

Watching this movie caused indescribable pain in my neck joints like never before. Sticking out my neck to understand the 2000's jokes are SO 2004. I also find it extremely offensively that they butcher the experiences of fish, like me, who live a life of poverty ever since my friend group moved away due to global warming. I live by the sewerage disposable down by the beach in Bora Bora, but recently I saw a horrific sight. An old woman struck down by a huge aircraft blimp whilst abseiling down a cliffside. This movie made my girlfriends breakup with me, and that wasn't because my species is going extinct, but because I had to relocate to a shop ever since the poor old woman landed right on the bank of the ocean, crushing my home, and my belongings instantly. I built a life there, by the bank. I watched passer-by's throw plastic or children's toys and added them as furniture into my beautiful home. Ever since relocating I had to build it myself as my parents think I'm such a disappointment and blame me for our extinction. My fins are weak and I was not the fish I once was. This movie made me realise how awful the world vies me, a fish, and how my new life in the pet shop was supposed to be good. Another fresh start from the sewage pipes, but no. I'm stared at 24/7 or rattled at by some 6 year old with ginger pigtails and an awful case of brace face.