Dormie Trouble!
(Jade mumbles as she walks down the stairs)
Miss Sim Goddess: Ye gods! What happened to you?
Jade: Fucking Shadow. He told me to come over there to the chair and he’d hook my hair up. You know, this ‘do is so…old.
Miss Sim Goddess: You’re right.
Jade: Anyway, Shadow told me that he’ll give me a free makeover. And this is what he turned me into! A fucking clown! And now he wants to make up for it.
Miss Sim Goddess: So that’s where you’re going?
Jade: Unfortunately. Can you kill him if he fucks this up again?
Miss Sim Goddess: I will not kill the possible heir of the Tickian home!
Jade: What difference does it make? You have 12 others! I mean, Nicolai would be a better choice.
Miss Sim Goddess: Nicolai won’t be out of college before his parents croak.
Jade: That’s what happens when Sims give birth to kids way into their 30’s and 40’s.
(Shadow motions her over)
Should I really trust him with that scissors again?
Miss Sim Goddess: The odds of you turning into a clown again are slim.
Jade: I certainly hope so.
Miss Sim Goddess: …But he might cut your hair all off.
Jade: What?!
Miss Sim Goddess: Nothing.
Shadow: Hey, I’m sorry about that, Jade.
Jade: Whatever, don’t make that happen again.
(Shadow fixes her up until…)
Jade: Holy shit, he didn’t fuck up this time! Thanks Shadow!
Shadow: No problem. Refer your friends to me!
Miss Sim Goddess: Jade, meet Crow. Now eat him.
Jade: Shut up, you. I think you should still kill him.
Miss Sim Goddess: How’s about I kill you? You won’t have to worry about dealing with him. What will it be? Fire, starvation, or electricution?
Jade: Geez, you’re a pain.
3 years ago • Notes