What do you wish for?
Miss Sim Goddess: So what do you wish for?
Timber: What?
Miss Sim Goddess: What do you wish for?
Timber: World peace.
Miss Sim Goddess: You know that’s futile, right?
Timber: Why?
Miss Sim Goddess: There’s no such thing as world peace. Someone’s gonna hate someone and kill them and cause a huge war.
Timber: Maybe in your world they do. We have a great Mayor here!
Miss Sim Goddess: Who, Ivy Copur-Winters? Nice Mayor you have, who wants to see someone dead.
Timber: Huh?
Miss Sim Goddess: You’ll understand when you’re older.
Timber: Speaking of…
(Timber does that little spin thing and becomes a Teenager)
Miss Sim Goddess: Well, there. You grew up well…and not too bad looking either.
Timber: Hey, it’s the Boulder genes. You can’t escape it.
Miss Sim Goddess: You’re right. There needs to be more redheads though.
Timber: What in the hell is up with your obsession with redheads? No wonder Uncle Ajjay’s hating you right now.
Miss Sim Goddess: Hey! Ajjay does not…he’s your uncle?
Timber: …I thought you kept tabs on that.
Miss Sim Goddess: Oh yeah, Christian’s Ajjay’s younger brother. *smacks forehead* D’oh!
Timber: You’re funny. Everyone else finds you excessively annoying, but you really aren’t that bad.
Miss Sim Goddess: Thank you, Timber. I’ve been trying to explain to everyone that I’m not annoying!
Timber: Although, I will admit. The torture you put Lombardo through—that’s fucked up.
Miss Sim Goddess: *nose twitches*
Timber: Come on, you turned him into a werewolf, almost made my dad piss his pants when he howled at the moon…even he said that it was evil.
Miss Sim Goddess: Yes, and I apologized to Lombardo for it. Now I wish everyone in Boulder Valley will get off my invisible cock for that!
Timber: Speaking of cock, um…would you make mine a little bigger? I’d like a 7-incher.
Miss Sim Goddess: No, you didn’t go there.
Timber: Yes I did. And what?
Miss Sim Goddess: How’s bout I stick you with a 4-inch cock?
Timber: Oh, fuck you. So this is what they mean when they say you’re annoying!
Miss Sim Goddess: But they love me anyway. Don’t you love me?
(Timber growls)
3 years ago • Notes