Guys, look! Furniture!
Also, please acknowledge my decorating skills. Obviously, in real life my occupation is interior designer. And architect, of course. Please, please, hold your applause.
Euler, however, prefers to stick with the classics.
Euler: well, you didn’t give me a water bowl. What else do you expect me to do?
Farquaad: I’m hungry.
There’s a fridge right next to you. Figure it out.
Farquaad: You know I can’t think clearly when I’m hungry!
Or tired. Or distracted. Or sweaty. Or —
^reminder that Adrian and Farquaad are cuties.
Adrian: I’m tired. Can I go to bed now?
Shhh…you’re going to ruin the moment.
Oh, btw — weird lighting is due to the full moon. Above you can see the two zombies who, upon surfacing, stood in that exact spot for hours. When even the undead are lazy, you know you’ve got a problem.
Zombie #1: Ain’t nobody got time for movement
Instead of going to bed, Adrian autonomously found Farquaad in the bathroom (where she was not, in fact, vomiting, but instead was complaining about how some mysterious culprit – cough Farquaad cough – had clogged the toilet).
Farquaad: When I find whoever did this, I will make them pay!
You don’t have far to look, then.
Farquaad: Huh? Was it you, Adrian??
No! It was you, Farquaad!
Farquaad: Likely story
Adrian saved himself from an unjustified tirade by autonomously embracing Farquaad.
Farquaad: Aw. I guess I can forgive you for clogging the toilet
But – but –
Then, of course, Adrian had to follow that loving gesture up by SLAPPING HER.
Adrian: BEGONE, FOUL BEAST
Farquaad: Seriously reconsidering letting you stay in my palace
Well, it’s not much of a palace, but I get your point.
Farquaad: No one asked for your input!
Same, Farquaad. Same.
Farquaad: You know what? Euler, you can have that seat. I don’t feel like sleeping next to that horrible, no good, rotten person anyway.
Euler: That woman’s presence offends me.
The next morning, we were greeted with the wonderful sight of the violent and creepy chauffeur.
Creepy Stranger: *rams truck into back of Farquaad’s limo* YOU MUST RIDE WITH ME.
Gulp. Also, side note, how on earth did you land a limo? Up until yesterday you only owned a toilet!
Farquaad: idk man, #simslogic I guess
Just don’t make eye contact, Farquaad.
Farquaad: I’m scared o.o
Farquaad: Drive faster!
Creepy Stranger: Next time, Farquaad…next time
Now, on to everyone’s favorite fire station soap opera!
Char: This chick is so hot. Like, hot enough to merit a magnet with a pink heart attached to it. Idk what that means, but she deserves it!
Char: So, uh, I heard you like meat, if you know what I’m saying …
Real smooth, Char. Real. Smooth.
Charlotte-Won’t-Have-Any-More-Of-This: Did you really think your lame meat joke would win me over?
Char: Pretty sure this means she loves me.
Uh…right. Of course it does.
Look who I found!
My baby Arthur Hawthorne!!
Oh, and, yeah, that’s this men’s spouse in the background.
Adrian: BLAH BLAH BLAH AND THEN I SAID BLAH BLAH BLAH ISN’T THAT RIGHT MR. HAND?
Yeah, I’d keep walking, too, Arthur.
I was curious to see where he was walking to so late at night, so I followed him across town to his destination.
…and of course that destination had to be the graveyard.
Seriously, what is up with the Windsor characters and cemeteries??
He then decided he was tired and left as soon as he’d arrived.
Is it the Moonlight Falls air? What is making all these sims so senseless??
Arthur: At least in this world I have some independence!
Yeah, yeah, freedom is overrated.
And, with that, this update ends! Thanks all for reading! 🙂