Sim-Me sits down at the computer and begins typing: Dear Forum Friends, -
A voice interrupts: And why can't we come to the party? This is NOT FAIR!
Sim-Me: James, we've been over this before. You can't come until
Pets is released, and it won't be released until two months after the party. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is.
James: I think it's very risky having all those strangers in the house without your security team to keep an eye on things.
Martha: ZZZZZZ
Mojo: Will there be food?
Sim-Me: Yes, people are bringing all sorts of goodies.
James: Well, I hope you're going to at least save some for us. Gotta feed the troops, you know. You wouldn't want your chief of security to starve, would you?
Sim-Me: I don't think there's much danger of that.
Mojo: Food? Is it time for a treat?
James: Dog walking past the house! Alert! Alert! *runs off barking wildly*
Mojo: Oh, is it time to bark? *runs off to join in*
Sim-Me continues typing: As I was about to say, SimAir has confirmed free transportation for all Sim-selves coming to the party! Now, if you'll excuse me, I think somebody needs to go for another walk and burn off some energy.
*heaves herself up from the chair and addresses the dogs* "Being your slave, what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, or services to do, till you require." Walkies! Walkies!
The quote is from Shakespeare, one of the sonnets. The dogs like it.