Rick sat his grandson down on the couch.
"Alright, Morty, we're gonna be watching some history with The Blair Witch Project."
"Wait, didn't that start the whole 'found footage' movie craze that lasted a decade or so?" asked Morty.
"That's right, Morty, and we're gonna be watching it." said Rick, sitting down next to his grandson.
They watched the movie.
"So, it's just a bunch of college students lost in the woods? How is that scary?" asked Morty.
"It's not, Morty. It's just a marketing scheme to get people to think it's real so they'd go watch it in theaters." said Rick.
Summer then walked in at the point where Heather was crying to the camera.
"EWW! You can see that girl's boogers!"
"Hey, I'm constantly drooling alcohol, yet you never say anything." said Rick.
"Doesn't mean I don't find it gross either." said Summer, "Anyways, some guy named Garrett was on the phone and says he's gonna try to kill you for killing his girlfriend."
"Yeah yeah, I'll deal with it after we watch this movie." said Rick.
Summer then walked out of the room.
Some time passed and the movie was over.
"Wait, that's it? The guy was just standing in the corner of the room and the girl just screamed and dropped her camera. We never even got to see the witch. What a rip-off!" said Morty.
"Well, that's life in a nutshell; full of disappointment." said Rick as he took a swig from his flask.
"So I hear there are two sequels. Are we gonna watch those?" asked Morty.
"Maybe some day, Morty, but right now we're just doing 90s movies." said Rick.
"I guess that's fair enough." said Morty.