I Play Sims (part63)

There's one final thing for Logan to wrap up before leaving the Rosenzweig household.

Alright everyone. Gather up, uh ... gather in. Just ... get in the car. Robert Wilson is graduating!

We made it! And it's already going exactly as planned. Suri's so excited.

This is your day! Drink it in!

Congratulations, Robert Wilson! Now go get a bachelor pad with your father.

Stanley's the man of the house now, as evidenced by his garlic-eating display of dominance.

Next order of business, Kayla's sneezecake celebration!

Refresh my memory on why you still live here, pumpkin?

Oh right. Your mother's the chick who's stuck in the den.

Ah, you're a teenager. How nice for all of us. Put some clothes on.

Now move out of the way, cherub, we have another birthday to commit.

Guys, knock it off. You're next to the cake party table for Gilscarbo's sake.

Exactly, Suri - the birthdays of our offspring are something to be grimly endured.

Throw that kid down so we can expedite this birthday business. We've all been invited to Logan's new
house because we couldn't get rid of him with a bottle of poison, although not for lack of trying.

Lovely. How time marches on and whatnot.

Everyone form a clump by the curb, it's time to go!

Nutella muffins! What are you doing, Suri!?

Oh man. Now this house is stuffed to the rafters with the elderly.

You betcha, thumbs up - once you're done congratulating yourself, we'll shove off.

Gah, I know, Stanley - getting this group anywhere is like herding cats.

She's all stretched out, Logan.
I think I heard her say that she came here to do martial arts on your lawn and kick some ass.

So.

I've noticed that people keep saying this to you.

"Every damned time!"

You lose some, you lose some.

Other than heartbreaking rejection, what else is happening at this event?

Sure. Every party needs a pillow fight.

But it makes sense that Logan would want to break it up.

Since it was totally time for ambiguous hand gestures. Great party. Let's all go home now.

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Whoa there, Poppy - simmer down, I just got here. What seems to be the trouble?

Mm-hmm, yes, I see that. That's where we leaving the babies now, all the time.

You got that right, the wet laundry as well.

I can't really say at this point if jazz hands are going to change the situation or no.

Yeah, uh ... something's happening in the, um, den. It's an emergent situation. I can't put out every fire at once.

"Hahahaha, I get it Logan - back on that old 'ladybugs is great' kick, right?"

"Not back on it, Rach ... still on it."

"Dude should write a screenplay about them, amirite."

"Just you pipe down about it, woman."

"Oh, we are totally getting booted out of this house now, right?"

"Over my twisted lifeless body, you just hide and watch."

"Ooof!"

"It was a treat getting to know you, kid."

Welp, Logan you might want to consider wrapping up any unfinished business.

You know, whenever you finish up dealing with those arm-breaking breasts.

This could be your last chance to Circle of Life an infant that doesn't belong to you ...

Or make raucous business calls in the foyer.

And you should take the opportunity to go into the kitchen and uh ... do whatever this is.

Not to mention, you won't be able to bring your favorite gnome with you, so you might as well stomp him good now.

While you're at it, hashing things out with Darryl would be a fine idea.

There it is. You both feel heaps better now, don't you?

I suggest a quick fro-yo to wrap things up. I'll see you jerks on the flip flop.

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