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Trailer Park ChallengeChapter IV

Welcome back!

Just like last chapter, we start off with a Romance sim in their pyjamas about to cheat on their spouse.

And with no other than Andrea Hogan!

Remember her? No? Look back a chapter.

”Thank you for coming over so quickly.”

Cheryl: ”You’re welcome dear. Here’s the item you requested.”

”You’re a lifesaver.”

”Fugly!”

”How abou-”

”Rejected!”

”I’m really more into athletic persons.”

OH COME ON. RED HAIR IS ONE OF YOUR TURN-ONS WOMAN.

”Are you sure you don’t –”

”Yes. Let’s just be friends, okay?”

A few flirts later…

”Oh my!”

I knew you’d fall. No one escapes a Romance sim. NO ONE.

Shake it!

But where is the husband in all of this commotion?

Why of course, he is out in the snow investigating the night sky while he’s still young and impregnatable.

”I’m what?”

Look! A shooting star!

”Play with me! Make me earn §100! Tickle me! Give me a skill point!”

Gah. Fortune sims.

HEY! Do you have any idea of how dirty that thing is?!

Neo: {I am Poseidon, god of the sea! *splash* Obey me, minions!}

… I hope the last person to use that flushed.

It’s the curse of the bottle hand! :O

How sims live trough pregnancies without this or cheats, I do not know.

Ah, too late. Oh well, she can use the smart milk for skilling.

”I don’t know why my hand is stuck like that, so please stop staring at it.”

”Hmm… what? Oh, right, your hand. That’s totally what I was looking at.”

Not a dream date, but it’ll do!

Andrea: *smooch*

What. Oh no. OH NO.

Andrea: *whistles innocently*

You did not just do that.

Oh, okay then. Nevermind.

I need to review my mods folder <.<

Andrea: I wonder if this’ll do the trick…

*cough*Homewrecker*cough*

Yay for potties!

Yay for mouse ears!

Yay for the wrong icon! You taught her a nursery rhyme, not the ability of speech!

Who might this young singer be?

Mais oui, Bruces date is he!

His lovers wife is this carriage for -

- as soon as she’s done with a long-awaited chore.

”Remember to breathe honey.”

”BRUCE! I SWEAR TO PLUMBBOB-”

Continuing with the naming theme, here’s Praseodymium and Uranium (both females).

I’m feeling lazy with the descriptions, alright?

”With this new addition to the family, I have more minions to boss around!”

”Stop honking! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

”I’ve missed you so much!”

”I missed you too!”

I love the classic dances.

*cough*Homewrecker*cough*

”Y’know, I think you look even more beautiful without the dress…”

”*whisper* How about we remove the clothing further?”

Typical.

”Welcome to the secret twin-bun-society! Would you mind joining us in Operation Coup-de-Crump?”

SHOO.

”Sorry Ilo, I just don’t feel comfortable around so many people…”

JUST HURRY UP BEFORE THE DATE TIMER ENDS.

Finally.

I don’t see much purpose for the security camera unless it can see trough that grey board.

”I think I’m in love with this outfit.”

You’re not getting it.

Congratulations! Thanks to time-loops, you’re pregnant virtually 15 minutes after you gave birth!

”…I’m starting to regret I ever signed that contract.”

Time to wrap up, Bruce! Your wife is home!

”Not fair!”

Go stargaze already, would you?

Note to baby beds: STOP BEING SO GLITCHY

That’s not what I meant by stargazing!

And the sneakiness continues.

Whatcha readin’ there?

”Apparently this book will make me understand the minds of infants!”

And it just happened to be lying around in your bookcase!

I have been neglecting my duties concerning toddler spam. Here, have a picture before we leave off.

Bruce’s guide to parenting: Be obsessed with your step-daughter while apathetic towards your own flesh and blood.

Happy simming!