...and 31 was born.

Rob's chilling. Probably writing some music. A shadow comes over him. He tries to ignore it in hopes that it will go away, but it doesn't. He closes his eyes, turns his head.

Sherri stands over him.

Sherri: Rob, I want you to make me another movie.

Rob: Not right now, Sherri.

Sherri: Please!

Rob: Maybe later, Ok.

Sherri: Ok.

Rob returns to his business.

Sherri sits down, takes out her phone, pretends to keep herself occupied. She peeks over at him every few seconds, with increased passive aggression.

Meanwhile, Rob attempts to continue about his business, but is soon overcome by Sherri's excessive pouting.

Rob finally lets out an agitated grunt.

Rob: Alright, if it will shut you up!

Sherri giddily bounces up, gives Rob a hug, he reluctantly reciprocates.

Sherri: Yay!

Rob Spends the next fifteen minutes jumbling together Hostel, Saw, and House of 1,000 Corpses (which is really Texas Chainsaw Massacre, anyway.) He prints it out, Drops it in front of Sherri, who picks it up.

Rob: I'm going to bed now.

Sherri: Ok.

Rob gets ready for bed. Lays down. Just as he's about to close his eyes-

Sherri: Rob?

Rob: What!!!

Sherri looks up and pouts.

Rob rolls his eyes, softens his tone.

Rob: What is it, honey?

Sherri: Will you read it to me?

Rob: FML.