Help Me Please
Another fire?
Justin: Fire! Fire! Help!
And Justin still has no idea how to deal with one.
Justin: I can't remember the phone number! Maybe I'll send them an email.
Computer geeks should not be trusted with fire.

Justin: You've hurt my feelings.
Now is not the time to be complaining about hurt feelings, now is the time to be putting out the fire.
Justin: I might cry.
Iris for a third time comes the rescue.

Oh god, don't provoke it again!
Justin: Actually I'm putting it out.
The most sensible thing anyone's done so far in this file.

Meanwhile fire hero Iris is pregnant.
Iris: Yay, baby me. You can be my mini-me. You'll be just like me.
That's a scary prospect.
Iris: I'll teach you everything I know.
Alys: Please don't.

Iris: You're not allowed to dangle them upside down, you're not allowed to give them dangerous weapons, you're not allowed to give them nectar. So what's the point of having a baby?
To continue the dynasty.
Iris: Meh.

Justin meanwhile has become a teacher, because I like the teacher career.

And is seriously hating Iris for making them just be friends.
Justin: She said she loved me. She said she cared.

Iris: Actually I didn't. I said I'd make you a roast dinner every Sunday if I could, and I can't, so I haven't actually gone back on any of my promises.
*checks Iris isn't in the politics career*

Alys: A paparazzi has their head in my wall. I don't know what to think about that.
Tim Burre: Nice wall though.

Oh yes. The paparazzi are multiplying. Breeding possibly. On my doorstep.

Iris: I'm having a baby. I don't know if I should be trusted with a baby.
Neither do I.

Iris: I don't care if you're a sim too, you're a Shark first and foremost! Just wait until Kelsey gets back, and we'll talk!
Wrong story.

Iris: And so you see, Sharks are not to be trusted.
Bonkers. Totally so.

Justin: First used for my ability to father a child, then used as a handyman. I'm never going to speak to her again. I'm never going to speak to any woman again.

Justin: Awww, nooboo!

Iris: The baby book didn't tell me this'd hurt!
I'm fairly sure it did.
Iris: I skipped the childbirth part, it didn't look nice.
That'll explain it then.

Iris: Actually, I'm quite tired. This'll have to wait until the morning.