Around 4 AM Stig wakes up. He's still rather tired, as the couch isn't very large nor comfortable.
He decides to partake of Dobsons favourite passtime, window watching. But then-
He suddenly loses his shit and starts freaking out. He's not actually shouting at the window, though - he's arguing with himself
And then it's right back to bed. No rest for the crazy, I suppose!
Around this time, Dan wakes up, looking rather pleased with himself.
It seems he's made up his mind to learn a second instrument already! He might be getting ahead of himself, however - so far he's yet to do anything so productive as put a plate in the sink, nevermind mastering not one but two instruments.
Shit-eating grin still firmly in place, he strides purposefully into the living room.
...And immediately starts playing videogames. He seems, uh, rather into it.
Dobson rolled this want while he was asleep. Like it or not, he's going to have to learn SOMETHING if he wants to be universally hailed as the greatest artist/person in the history of forever. But can he do it? (no, he can't). Also, for some reason the game ignored what I set for sleepwear, even opting to give him hair. I'll have to fix that.
Beaton woke up around the same time, and similarly decided to learn to paint.
Dobson decides the other fatass in the house has had a free ride too long, and needs to be knocked down a peg.
How could you mock a face like that?
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| Your face is like a shitty shadow-puppet! |
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| Well YOUR face is like a pile of FUCKS, motherFUCKer! |
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| Lalala I can't heeaar yooouuu |
..By making fun of Kate. She's right there, you asshole!
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| Ooh, look at me, I'm Kate, I'm not morbidly obese or incredibly hairy, tralala |
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| Hey, are you saying there's something wrong with being fat and hairy?! |
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| No you idiot, I'm making fun of miss fancypance. Hmph, her pants aren't even very fancy! |
Despite this, both parties are angry and humiliated, and Dobson returns to his favourite passtime to clear his head. Dan, meanwhile, has one additional negative moodlet to deal with.
It seems even just Kate and Dobson is too much for the big guy. This isn't looking good for his prospective career as a police investigator.
Before long, Dobson decides to start cooking. If this were real life, he'd be at McDonalds complaining about when their breakfast menu ends. While he was cooking, I noticed Stig had woken up and come downstairs.
And immediately started freaking out.
Before long he calms down and starts shouting for Dan while looking sad. Dan is too engaged in his videogames to respond, however.
In the middle of cooking, Dobson decides to be the first to get dressed for the day.
And immediately wanders away from the oven to complain about chairs. Good job, Dob!
Fortunately, Stig saves the house from a fire. And, for some reason, blames himself for the burnt waffles. Dobson continues to give no shits.
Despite their questionably edible nature, most of the household digs into a plate of hell-waffles.
So guys, money, right?
You know, now that you mention it, money!
Ugh, who needs money? Fuck the corporate overlords, bro.
Kate, fortunately, already knows better than to interact with her housemates.
Justice! 
Stig, having finished his waffles, just sits and, uh
Uhh....
Contemplates his subject?
He then heads up to bed, yet again.
As soon as he's finished eating, Dan walks into the kitchen, this look on his face. He quickly shoos everyone out of the room, and, well
The Sims 3, ladies and gentlemen! I promise I didn't tell him to do this, in fact I haven't encroached on their autonomy at all yet. They're just this horrible.
Huh. I guess he was just doing it to get the computer from Dobson.
Anyway
Later, while recycling the ignored newspaper, Beaton spots something.
She ran over and decided to pet it, and, unsurprisingly, it bit her, because it's a raccoon. Then it ran off while thinking about all the busses full of children it can give rabies to. Despite this, she immediately rolls this want
"Good" sims can be fucking idiots sometimes.
As I look back at the house I notice Dobson and Dan have gotten into yet another argument.
Dobson retreats to the window as usual. Oh, but he'll get his revenge, you'll see. You'll all see!
Around 4 PM, Stig wakes up from his third nap of the day.
Now is a good time to mention everyone has had this moodlet all day:
Someone is going to have to do something about that eventually. Who will answer the call. Will it be... Dobson?
Yes! Dobson boldly deals with the filth problem by...
Running upstairs to yell at Stig about it.
Stig thinks Dobson talks too much.
He then takes an EXTREEM shower before going immediately back to bed.
Where he dreams of a clean house. :(
It seems Kate has decided to ensure we won't be dealing with death-toilet any time soon. To be honest I'm surprised there's only so little filth so far.
Dan heads to bed at 7 PM, lest he be asked to help, leaving Kate alone with Dobson. Let's see how this goes
Well we're off to a bad start, as Dobson immediately begins to, well, Dobson.
Despite thinking Dobson is "okay", she doesn't take this very well.
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| Women, amirite? |
She's completely humiliated, and their relationship takes a hit.
Despite this, she tries to reconcile by talking about the "fantastic" book she's reading, but Dobson is unimpressed.
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| You know, I have a few books on amazon, but nobody's bought them! All they want is some fucking anime, and I keep telling them "I'm not a goddamn anime!", urp! |
This isn't going well. However, not to be deterred, Kate remembers Dobsons profession, and seeks common ground.
But it's clear she's not getting through
Kate gives up and goes to bed, where she dreams of composers of old.
Dobson, on the other hand, plays videogames long into the night.
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| Mom, when was the last time you saw me painting? |
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