neuroticrobotic

It's cornier than the last, I believe. Please forgive me.

When we last left off, I initiated a fruitless attempt to incite a crush in lady twombly, who seems to be apathetic to all things outside the realm of gold and puppies. I proceed to make the emu a cowboy geek regardless.

This transition brews great despair in the delicate flower.

I also add a nursery so that once the baby arrives, it can be constantly removed from the crib and placed on the damned floor where it clearly belongs.

Minnie: Yes, of course! Removing babies from beds and laying them on the floor when we are both about to collapse from utter exhaustion is clearly the most essential aspect of child rearing! (The anticipation is palpable)

At this point, the puppy develops a mystical power wherein her piddling results in puddling far and away from her puppy self.

Stanley, not to be outdone, demonstrates MajickAss whilst plunging.
(Although piddle teleportation is clearly the winner)

Rawr. Blogs give him angry face.

Gum ball (the name of the puppy that I totally neglected to mention last time due to ebilness, I guess) grows up! Tragically, she immediately develops a napoleon complex...

...and gets a job in law enforcement.

The Twombly household exudes classiness at every minute of the day.

Minnie can be seen cleverly employing camouflage here.

And, er, failing pretty hard here. Although, I am impressed she ate both plates of food before sleeping on them.

The demands of pregnancy leave Stanley feeling pretty neglected.

Yet, Gum ball wins the woe war.
Gum ball: *seeks comfort in satellites*

Minnie: *Consti-preggo face*

Behold the wrist of wonk! Seriously, this child is doomed. As you can see, I've named him Felix.

Behold! I purchased a lamp.The better to observe Minnie's abundant enthusiasm with. Felix has Minnie's skin and emu's eyes.
Minnie: This is not a gold brick...

No, gum ball! There's no need to bathe in your own whiz! There are better ways!

Or, perhaps there aren't?

Stanley's fivehead is irresistible - even he thinks so. It makes him buttery smooth.

They dream endlessly of this stupid skilling hat after woohoo. Is there something to be desired, perhaps?
Minnie dreams with one eye open because she's hard like that.

Somehow, it's already time for Felix to age up. Here, the starving exorcist from the last update expresses his disapproval towards Minnie's Scrooge McDuckesque dreams.

Party-goer: *is a genie in a bottle baby srsly*
Felix: *is srsly ignored*

Omg. Schnoz.

Somehow, I get the feelin' that he ain't really feelin' the "good time."

Now, I happen to know for a fact he wasn't feeling it. It also happens that I have no idea how this happened.

Cut cheese = doubleplusgood.

Building own toxic wasteland = tripleplusgood

Here, gum ball resorts to slurping from a sea of her own piss. As a sim god, I feel slightly ashamed.

Minnie: *Consti-preggo face version 2*

Minnie gives birth to twins who are promptly given the names Oliver and Elanore. Queen Nannykins the Horrible presides o'er her court of babbys and stink bottles.
(Q: Why does baby formula emit toxic fumes after about an hour?)

Somewhere, in an alternate universe where the nanny has red hair (raon fail + game freeze + randomized genetics=feed the wrong personGRR4$%$%Ygjk$#@!!)...

Silent night, holy night.
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Felix grows up! He is still schnozzy, but I think he's growing into it a bit.

His childhood is overflowing with encouragement and affection.

Multicolored babysplosion.

Gee golly.

Long live the glorious beak of Twombly! Also, note early signs of child favoritism.

Oliver only makes pooples in style.

I assume this is one of those tricky chance cards because one answer is so clearly wrong. Yet, I am not so easily deceived! I select the crazy stupid answer, Ha!

D8 Nooooo!

And yet, after all that ham, Gum ball still arrives home STARVING. FAIL!

Stanley is awarded a spiffy suit and a camera when he is promoted to fact checker. The grimy newspaper in the background may or may not be some commentary on the degenerate state of journalism. It may or may not also represent my totally neglectful playing style.

BathebyStealth

StudybyFilth

Minnie: I am impressed by your ability to enjoy rotten food!! Yet, I still do not have a crush on you despite bearing three of your children!

Despite his less-than-ideal circumstances, Felix defies all expectations by becoming a superboy.

I suspect his powers of levitation may have been given to him through the pizza witch.

Pizza Potty!

Baby poop transcends space and time.

Elanore gleefully celebrates her neglected childhood and apathetic mother.

Minnie: *is a little black rain cloud*

Oliver: Oh, tub!!! Oh, my beloved tub!

Elanore: Oh, how could you?! Tub! Tub!!

BubblebathsaretotallyfunsoSTFU!!!

Oliver: *enjoys Freud's psychosexual oral stage*

Elanore: *ditto*

Grumpiest besties ever. I can't say I blame him.

Oliver: Mmphrfhprts! kjsf$#ks!
Translation: I would be saying, "Hurrah!" Alas, INEVERLEARNEDTOSPEAK! Also, is that a gingerbread man emerging from a hibiscus? Wtf?

The twins grow up without a party not because I suck, but because they've apparently inherited their papa's fear of parties. This is a post-makeover picture, obviously. Hibiscus man be damned!