Chapter Four: So Not His Girlfriend!
Dear Nettie,
There was no real reason to leave the SKLs house so I stayed to troll the forums.
Oi, Kimmie, I need your computer.
OK, just don't hurt me.
I sent chain letters to the Calientes and Goths, and spam mail to Eliza pretending to be a Valyrian princess. Knowing her she'd be sending me her personal bank details soon.
There was just one last thing I needed to do before going back to Eliza's again.
Later, loser.
♪ Doop di doop ♪
What are you up to, dearie?
Just buying some V Dolls. You?
Modding Sims. Dressing up Bella.
Girl crush?
Oh, yes. *giggles*
The poor thing, she's given up already - I wouldn't be surprised, Bob was pretty angry after half their savings disappeared, ha ha.
You're lucky I'm almost done.
Aw, did someone have a widdle accident? Mwahaha.
*drools*
By the time she snapped out of her stupor I was long gone.
Ew, ew, don't pass gas in front of a lady.
Flatulence is a serious problem for the elderly, I hope you suffer from it too.
Who does that angry face remind me of?
Yes, of course! That crybaby Greyson inherited his great grandfather's sulky ways.
Laugh with me, Eric, you found it so funny last time.
A friend of yours, Eric?
No, ma, she's Dennis' girlfriend or something.
Hee hee... Um... Excuse ME?
OoooO... Did someone pinch my bum?
Yuck, no way! I just cursed you in return, Kimmie.
It's no wonder you're like this when you surround yourself with the Landgraabs.
Hey, are you talking smack about my family, 'cause you know what I can do, right?
No, no, never mind the mutterings of an old man.
Now that's all over, I have a party to plan.
Love, Kessy H Chant.
