Chapter 2.4: Ready…FIGHT!!

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I introduce you with a very anti-climatic picture of Jesse experimenting with the new toy oven feature. He can now make plates, YES PLATES, of vanilla OR blueberry muffins! Holy beejebus! I think Ambitions just blew my mind. /sarcasm

So kid, how do they taste?

“Maybe if I close my eyes and don’t breath they’ll taste better.”

I guess vanilla muffins aren’t your thing. But you can’t eat any other flavors than that ‘cause you keep burning the blueberry! WTH!

“That’s why I should be heir. I’ve never burned blueberry anything.”

That’s ‘cause there weren’t any blueberry flavored options when you were a kid.

“Exactly. *cheesy grin*”

Uh-huh. What’s with your interest in being heir all of a sudden?

“Yea Trent, why don’t you tell her your reasons.”

“Well, Jesse’s gotten soo much better at cooking than me. All we eat are his muffins.”

That’s what she said? Wait…eeeew!

“And he’s got better grades than me.”

“YES! I’m better! *claps*”

“Shut up! No one cares!”

“Haha! I care and the readers care and Marq cares and our parents-“

Okay, that’s enough of your run-on sentence little man. MOVING ON!

Yep, he’s still here. And I still keep forgetting his name. *runs off to research it* DUSTIN LANGERAK!

His name is written in caps so that he can hear me or is it because I was excited that I finally remembered it…just as the game finally loaded. >_>

“Max and I were hugging this close. It was soo intimate I could swear he was seducing me.”

“…you don’t say.”

“You don’t believe me? Even after I glitched just to show you how close we really are?”

“Yup!”

“Well that sucks. =(“

“Doesn’t it? You know what else sucks?”

“Child birth. I had two of his kids naturally, you know.”

“*sigh*”

“What was that Jane? No, no, she’s right here. Yep, very much alive. … HAHA! You devil, you!”

“It’s true! No epidural or anything. At least I didn’t have to breast feed them.”

“Strangely, I think that confession just brought us closer together.”

“Really?”

“Then how about this one, I want to marry him for the insurance money.”

“*sigh*”

“What? It was just a joke! DUH! Stupid old man. Why am I your friend again?”

“Whatever, I’m leaving!”

Now, we couldn’t have Dustin leaving unless someone was kicking his squatting ass out. Why? ‘Cause I think he’s wicked adorable and want him to die on this lot.

“Really, Marq?”

Don’t judge me Max! I want a ghost baby and I like Dustin. I want a ghost baby from Dustin!

So, in order to get the satisfaction of not letting Dustin leave by himself (*cackle* I win!), the family piled into the car to an unknown destination.

“Seriously, where are we going?”

“Yea, Marq where? Tell me! Teeeeeeeell me!”

…it can’t be someplace unknown if you know where you’re going! GOSH! Let me draw out the suspense a little bit! Now the readers are like, “Whatev, they’re just going on a stoopid vaca.”

And I’m all like, “Nope, SUCKA! You’re w.r.o.n.g.!”

HA!

See, told you. They went to their brand spanking new house.

What was wrong with the last one, you ask? Nothing. I just get bored REALLY quickly. This has more of a “cottage” feel. Albeit a huge cottage, but a cottage nonetheless. *GRIN*

The main floor, for those who care. We’re sporting three bedrooms, 3.5 baths, kitchen, dining room, laundry room (say what?!), living room and a study.

You hear that? That’s the sound of me BLOWING YOUR MIND ‘CUZ THAT JUST HAPPENED!

“Umm, Marq, I don’t know what you’re soo excited about but could you tone it down a notch. This place is cool, but there’s no furniture.”

That’s what the $20K in your wallet it for. =)

“But…I just got the wish to have $50,000.”

Guess that’s going to have to wait, ‘cause I’m going shopping! Woo!

“This blows! I wish we had a bigger house like Jaime does.”

Oh, you mean Jaime Wan-Goddard? Daughter of the town slut? Yea, no one cares about her but you.

“Hmph.”

Stop making that face, you look like you’re farting and you can smell it, yet you can’t stop.

“Marq, one question. Why did mom have to come? Seriously?”

O_O Umm…I didn’t know you felt that way about her kid.

“She’s annoying! She can’t paint, she can’t cook, and she never gets promoted.”

But she cleans! She cleans!

“But she sucks at that too!”

*head desk* I know. *sob* I know.

“Max, who are you calling?”

“Dustin. I want to show him our new place.”

Aww, that’s cute. Maybe we should have a welcoming party or-

“MAX’S BIRTHDAY IS IN A FEW DAYS. WHY DON’T YOU BUY A CAKE AND THROW HIM A PARTY!”

-some-

“JESSE’S BIRTHDAY IS IN A FEW DAYS. WHY DON’T YOU BUY A CAKE A THROW HIM A PARTY!”

-thing… -__- Why do their birthdays keep lining up soo well. It’s annoying I tell you. Annoying! Stupid custard monkey pop-up! I’ll kill you one day! You and your first born!! DEAD!

In other news, Trent makes himself useful by reminding me about the new music box from ambitions. It fills a mid-full fun meter in less than a sim hour. @_@ It’s like sim-crack or something though ‘cause they’re always playing with it.

Jesse continues to fail at baking.

“Aww, but I can make cookies now.”

Obviously, you can’t if you just burned them.

“But they were going to be chocolate cookies. D: “

Dustin came over. Mel tried to assimilate him.

“Mmm, you smell gooood.”

“Umm Max. A little help.”

“I wonder where this beautiful music is coming from? It makes me want to clasp my hands together like a girl and sway like a pansy. I can’t…control myself.”

The sim-crack has struck again!

NOTE: The fun bar doesn’t fill quickly from the “listen to” option. You have to use the “play” option that only comes up when it’s closed. /NOTE

And what are you doing?

“A portrait of dad since he’s going to be an elder soon.”

It looks kind of red.

“Yea, to reflect the rage churning inside me.”

But this painting isn’t about you. It’s about Max.

“I need more red paint.”

Speaking of Max, I got tired of watching him work out so we’re working on board breaking now. I WANT TIBERIUM!

Meanwhile, Jesse continues to hate on his mother.

“Man, my back is soo stiff.”

“*glare*”

“I feel like I’m getting old.”

“*death glare* Dad becomes an elder in less than two days. You just turned into an adult.”

“So?”

“*ultra-death glare of doom*”

And now Max is break boards indoors. Why? ‘Cause I just remembered that being outside means nothing. -_- It’s like the telescopes all over again.

Kid, you’re going to starve to death if you don’t stop burning your food.

“Don’t you think that’s a little extreme? Or do you just wish you could have some of my amazing cookies too?”

What?

“What?”

O_o

That is awfully red.

“I look soo good in this painting. Oh, yea.”

That’s your father.

“Soo hot!”

More like burnt. Besides, that’s not even you.

“Yea, man. The ladies are gonna be like, I love you Trent! Can I hug you? And I’m gonna be like, Please ladies, you can’t touch this. Tssssss!”

… -_-

So, hookay here is Mel asking for a raise and a promotion. Why? ‘Cause I forgot to put her on “Work Hard” Why? Because I was le tired and needed a nap. Also, ‘cause she’s not that important to me so I don’t pay much attention to her.

Malcolm gave it to her because of her dashing smile. Yep, that’s how you get promotions in his book. It’s not even based on looks or how much cleavage you show (and she shows a lot), it’s dental hygiene. Yeah…

To go along with my mad scientist/inventor plan I decided for Jesse, we got him THIS! *dramatic reveil*

“OWW! My f-ing hand! UGH! This f-ing blows!”

Hey, hey watch your tongue mister!

“What? I just said f-ing, it’s like like I said the real thing. O_o;”

But you might as well have because people are going to read this and think the real word in their head.

“Oh… So I should say: OWW! My bleeping hand! UGH! This bleeping blows!”

Yea, that won’t imply the word at all. Thanks.

And now you know how I feel about censoring words. >_> Pointless.

Jesse also went out to collect some scraps. He walked in on these two.

“I bought some body paint. Want to be my Mona Lisa?”

“*giggle* Only if you’ll be my Van Gogh.”

“I guess I’ll be dying my hair red tonight. And yes, the carpet will match the drapes, cupcake.”

@_@ I think it’s kinda disturbing that I got all of that from a paintbrush. They are flirting though.

“My, oh, my these two work out an awful much. All that sweat. No,no, no. That’s just scandalous!”

Yea, for some reason I think of Malcolm as a prissy man with a high pitched British accent. …And now you will too. HAHA!

As you’ll notice Mel is wearing an awesome shirt that she doesn’t deserve.

“What ever.”

You know it’s true, don’t deny it! You barely pull any weight around here. >_> It was okay when you were having the babies but that’s long past sister!

And no, don’t even think that’s going to trick me! She’s not pregnant people. She just worked out soo much she puked. O_o That’s what I’m going with anyways because she didn’t have the nauseous moodlet at all.

And Max is going to attempt the Oak board! It’s been the bane of our existence! He kept hurting his bloomin hand. >_<

“WOOCHAA!! Suck on THAT board! You-you stupid BOARD! I kicked your board ass! SAY WHUT!”

Well this is a stupid work outfit. Looks more suited to the ghost busting career (which is soo much fun) than whatever she is right now. She’s level 6 in the special agent branch. W.E. No one really cares.

This was a little creepy though. The kid is the child of Cyclone Loser Sword, his name is Maxwell Summers-Sw0rd.

“*breathing heavy* Thanks for inviting me over Maxwell.”

“Yea…I’m starting to regret that now.”

“Why? Let’s have fun together tonight. Do our homework together. Doesn’t that sound like fun, Maxwell.”

@_@ Creeper Alert! Creeper Alert!

HAHA! Music from TS1 just started playing in Media Player! HAHA!

“Yea, I’m gonna hit that.”

“Trent, I’m right here…standing strangely effeminate, something I’ve never done before.”

“Ooooh yeeeaaah.”

How are you going to be an heir if you can’t have kids?

“You can get a mod.”

“JOKES ON YOU SHE DOESN’T HAVE ANY MODS INSTALLED ‘CAUSE OF THE NEW EXPANSION PACK!”

“WHAT?!?!”

Well that’s not entirely true, I have Twallan’s story progression, but that’s it.

“NOOO MODS! I'’M SAFE FOR ANOTHER DAY! *CACKLE*”

“But we can still be friends Trent.”

“Really? What a relief. Now I can still see you everyday. And hug you everyday!”

“…”

Hey, remember when Max had to go to some old lady’s house to befriend her and there was a baby on the floor? This is her. She’s…

…not very good looking. @_@ How does this happen?! Seriously! She looks like she has her dad’s head attached to her baby.

And I leave you here with this mug to stare at. Now stare and be scarred for life.

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