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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I was just thinking it would be a good idea to approach the new guy in my sleepwear and do some experiments on him.

His reaction to chest poking seems temperate.

It just appears to send him on a tear about vegetables.

Let's see what happens when I threaten to tweak his nipples.

Oops, Greg's here to break up my monkey business. He must be ready to dance.

"Greg, Greg, wait--"

"Easy on the thrusting this time. Think of the children."

Something certainly has me full of electricity today.

And just as quickly as it began, it's all over.

Greg, it would be just terrific if you could tell me how you managed to microwave a meal without a microwave.
Perfect, now I have to buy one, just to avoid some sort of Timecrowave situation.

It's for your own good, really. Bunny Walker can't abide paradoxes.

Whoa there, Busters. Especially you, new Buster.

For one thing, you've been doing quite a lot of belly-pointing since you arrived.
You're not the only one in here with pointing to do. Stop hogging the pointy finger.

Well, maybe Rev's not in the mood to point.

And these two, they're ... otherwise occupied, I guess.

Plus, I suppose it's safe to say Greg's pretty busy carrying around a bowl of something right now.
(I just hope he didn't get it from the microwave I haven't bought yet.)

Not to mention, Bunny seems to be concentrating all of her efforts on hating everyone.

And Husbro prefers to skulk up behind people most of the time ...

Alright, ya scamp. You can be the one who points at us. Just stop bugging me when I'm trying to poop, okay?

Or I will totes pull this thing out of your chest for real.

Now, be a good boy and go stand in the shower fully clothed until somebody tries to burn the Asylum down.

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