I Play Sims 2 (part7)

Oh no! Eugene is going to react poorly to this.

Hrm. I don't think anyone saw this coming, though.

But there is good news - I think the baby is coming. Hard to tell, Harris seems to be experiencing rain.

Nope, he's sproinging. Definitely an infant on the way.

Not a moment too soon, either. I can't be the only one getting sick of the pregnant rage dances.

Let's name her Giuliana, then get her out of the room before the next bare knuckle brawl.

This looks like some good, old-fashioned roistering.

Although, if it's causing bladder malfunctions, you might want to consider dialing down a bit of the aggression.

Are we sure Giuliana's not some sort of wild animal hybrid?

Her screams make me want to slam my head into the trash compactor, too.

Pretending you're crackers isn't going to get you out of dealing with your child, Gretchen.

You gotta get more involved - I mean, there are fights breaking out every five minutes. The child could be trod upon.

Your dad and the father of your child are coordinating sleepwear, which ... well, I just don't approve of.

And while Harris is outside trying to catch butterflies ...

... this weirdly over-dressed lady is just glomming all over your kid.

And you - you're in here having a great old time barfing. Oh shit. You're having another damned baby.

You've been so busy, you didn't even notice that Giuliana grew up!

And she's eating lobster thermidor! Yeah, bet you never thought you'd see the day
your chinless daughter was stuffing her face with French food.

To be fair, these two constantly slamming each other around every time they end up in the
same room with nothing better to do is a strange way for anyone to try to live.

Well, baby Mina is here. Maybe now you can get your act together.

This is what you wear to work? Where's this job, down by the docks?

Enjoy the other side, Eugene. This side is weird as hell.

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I Play Sims 2 (part6)

Eugene, just tell her she sounds like Pavarotti so she'll stop.

This sucks. You were just starting to grow on me, Maura.

Now Eugene is old. Well don't think you're retiring, old man. I won't have it.

You fools are annoying enough when he's got places to be up the sharply angled road.

All day, every day of this crap? No thanks.

Oh stop. You'll still have plenty of canoodling time. Gah.

Alright, Gretchen - it's just adulthood. No new to chew the scenery about it.

Hey Doc, while you're in there, try convincing her to ditch the pink hair. It's getting on my nerves.

That's it, shake her up good.

Eh. The hair's better at least.

Thankfully, she's wasting no time finding a man with whom to discuss hot bowls of blood.

You'll be pregnant in no time, Gretchen.

Once Harris figures out what the hell is going on. Use smaller words, Gretch.

Hrm. Hard to tell how Geneva feels about him. Immortals can be so inscrutable.

Oh cool, she loves him.

Harris is just, you know ...

... so damned easy to get along with.

So very hip, too.

You two really need to find some hobbies other than irritating me.

And I definitely need to get that bar off the back deck.

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What's all this intensity about, compadres?

Dammit, Maura - don't encourage them.

Teenage Gretchen. Eating a forkful of nothing - but the pink hair is ... kicky.

Perfect, your tree is on fire and it's stopped raining. Not to mention, it's completely inaccessible to the fire fighter.

He just stood in the house talking about not being able to do his job, while everyone watched it burn,
and the maid bitched about walking on a triangle.

It could have killed someone, but instead it chose to become this inaccessible pile of rubble. Good times.

Speaking of good times, I thought I told you two to quit this wacky horseshit. Go blog about your hobbies.

Eugene has no trouble keeping himself busy with his invisible horse.

His kitchen primping alone requires careful scheduling.

Plus, the amount of time he spends communicating through the island counters about
"the others" doesn't leave any time for shenanigans.

But yeah, just keep doing this. It won't end badly at all.

Because it's not just Eugene who is thinking, "enough with the serenading, woman."

Geneva may not know a fork from a sword, but that dancing made her your girlfriend and she's breaking up with you.

And that's why you're old and derp now. See how that works?

Now go start a microwave fire with your noodles and think about what you've done,
and how you got your neck to do ... that.

Who ... the hell is this goober on the back deck?

Now he's cooling out in the front room! Eugene! Do something!

Watch out, weirdo, Eugene is flexing.

I've seen manlier responses to a stranger in the house, but I'm sure this sends a message.

Now you've done it. He's thoroughly offended.

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