I Play Sims Asylum (part13)

Listen, Sweets - I find outdoor workbenches as infuriating as the next raving lunatic ...

... but maybe we can dial it down a couple notches below tantrum level Arthur Derrick.

Some TV might hit the spot. It's got Eve so relaxed she's storing her finger tips in her thighs. Give it a shot.

Uh-oh, Husbro.

He's a-plotting. Ya better sleep with one eye peeled and the other eye open.
I suspect his plan has something to do with that decorative bicycle bell he wears on his hip.

Husbro, your explosive innocent face is improving!

Okay, guys - I don't want to interrupt uh ... okay, maybe I do want to interrupt. We're about to have the party.

Is this some sort of pre-party oath? I don't know if we have the time.

Our first guest is booking through the front door and we're not even changed into celebration attire.

Formal wear vortex! Quickly!

Or just freeze with a creeper grin on your face. That's good, too.

I think you passed him going eighty, guy.

Hmm. Bunny. Bunny?
I haven't seen her stare this hard since 'nam.

Pace yourselves, you two.

Grumplestiltskin hates everything.

Uh-oh, Sweets is crapping hearts.

"Have you met the girl just sprinting in? I think I'm in love with her."

Unfortunately, Sweets, she appears to have some sort of business with Husbro.

Mayhaps you dodged a bullet, though.

I don't blame you, Eve. I'd offer my arm to the fish after seeing that, too.

On a scale of 1 to Can't With This, I think it's clear where Rev stands.

Aww, lookit Sweets. He hopes I dance.

Gather 'round. I'll oblige.

Alright, I'm going. I hope I don't pull several things.

Oops. You know what I need to do?

I totally gotta poop. Hi, Sweets.

What're you ...

No freakin' way.

All this time. It finally happened. Double poop, all the way. But what does it MEAN!?

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