For those of you who want to know who the heir is, this is the last update before I reveal that, along with who Tommy's mother is, as there's only a few left of the generation. Thanks everyone for reading!
The Worst Firefighter Ever
Lexa has a friend. A creepy friend who stands by the garage and thinks about her.
But then again, if she does insist on standing around in her nightwear...
Lexa: I'm going to kill him.
Assassination is not an option in the sims.
Lexa: Okay then, I'll lock him in a room with Kelsey. Then he'll kill himself.
Anais: He was probably thinking about how he needed to hide from her.
Why?
Anais: She kept insulting him yesterday and accusing him of being a diva. It's why we get through so many maids round here. And why I'm having to clean the bathroom floor while he hides behind the dustbin. I have no idea how she's going to get a husband.
*looks at Lexa's relationship panel* Wow, the only people whose relationships are in the green with Lexa are Kelsey and her fellow criminals. Though, she does spend a lot of time insulting people.
You're not supposed to stand in the fire while you're trying to put it out, are you?
And nor are you supposed to stand by and watch as Gretle Goth does most of your work for you.
Gretle: It's okay, it's boring in the netherworld. I've read all the books.
Kelsey: If you've read all the books, have you ever thought of taking up exercise?
Gretle: Oooh no. I'll have to nip down to Grim's Gym and try it out. Would you recommend a treadmill at first, or...
Tommy update time. Here he is playing with Puzzle, his doll from the mysterious Aunt Bertha. I'm beginning to think she's like the uncle that always gets far too drunk and embarassing at weddings. Everyone seems to have one.
Eugenia is smitten with her first grandchild. She's more or less given up her stylist career to become a full time granny, partly because Kelsey is the only one reliably at home during the day otherwise and partly because every time I go to complete a stylist job the game crashes. I think it's the file size.
She teaches him to walk. What's he watching out of the corner of his eye?
Anais: I seem to have been sent on a mission to my own house, that's weird. And so's this outfit. I have no idea what job position requires this as a uniform.
Uh oh.
Anais: What?
Erm, just saw Kelsey with a shrubbery?
Anais: Oh dear.
Lexa: Ahh, Alyson, there you are! Right, I've got the plan. It's completely foolproof. The world will be ours by midnight. You've got the cash, right?
Anais: You're... you're... A CRIMINAL?!
Lexa: Emperor of Evil, to you!
Anais: I'm not Alyson, I'm Anais!
Lexa: Oh.
Anais: I can't believe you! You said you were a mixologist! I trusted you! But instead you're just a petty criminal, I thought you were better than that, Lexa.
Lexa: You can't believe me? Who are you, my mother?!
Anais: Our mother would be ashamed if she knew you were a criminal.
Lexa: If you'll excuse me, I have a world to take over.
