zondag 4 februari 2018

1.6 - Growing the family...

After da Kween officially broke things off with Nicholas, she officially started dating Hector Mendoza. Now that she's close to having her baby, how will that happen? And what to expect from the wave of elderly Sims?









Hey, looks like Anna's the first one up this time. Both have the luxury to have a long good sleep though. That's good. :)




Although the physical rules of massive stuff still don't apply here... Or is she secretly the Sink Monster? Hmm...



"Gewd maarneeng da Spreengsh!"




"Taim tew do mah lewksh"

Oh la la, look at the soon-to-be-mother... Be careful!




"Hmm, Aim hungrwah egain."




"Lesh gew an eenvait Gawbriyella."

Should work, although you haven't talked to her for awhile.




"Ello wanna have lunsh wid meh?"




"I'm sorry, I'm busy and super jealous since I wanted to date Hector and you ninja'ed me for it."
"Whud? Shawree."




"Lesh ged tew tawn bai mehshelv den."

Alas. Maybe you could fix things between you if you're quick.

"Meebee."






"Ai nevuwr deed dem grawshereeesh yeshtardee."

Indeed, completely forgot- hey lookie there!




"Aw, heeya! Adèle!"

Maybe you should go and buy something first.




"Kay kay, jusht bauwt shum vahggeesh."




"Laik deesh greepsh. Yum myummay."

Be careful, you might upset someone with your greedy gobbling.




"AAAK GRAPES ON THE FRONT OF MY FACE!!!"

Like that.




"Uh aww, ar yew ookawy?"
".. yeah, fine now. Hey there."

Phew. Let's chat with her now. 




"Hee, hawshyu dewing?"
"Fine, you're close to giving birth right?"
"Yuppersh."
"I saw you buying vegetables through the shop window, good choice."




"Yesh, vedyieterriyun ish gewd, raighd? Ye are veddjietawryen, raith?"
"Yup, thanks."




"Hey, bai da weey, huv ya hierd abaut thingy who did that?"
"No, really? How scandalous?"
"Yuppersh. Meeybe Aill pewt eet in deh nawshpeepur."
"You should!"

That'll be karma to them!




"A ye to!"



"Meanwhile, there's a fairy burglar in the background flying by."




"Hugglesh!"
"Hugs."




Uh oh. Drama queen alert. 




"Aw.. Eetsh yew, Naikhowlesh."




"What do you want, backstabber?"




"Hey Neekolawsh, Aim pregneenet and yewr da fadder!"




"Oh shit, really? Why God why?"




"Nyeh heh heh!"




"Lesh eet shum lewtushe tew shelebreet hish eemooshunsh beeng hewrt."




"Myumyumyumyuymuymyuyumyuymyum!"

I just ate myself... Please don't make me sick with such table manners.




Then I noticed Hector standing around nearby...




"Aww heyeh shwiethawrt, yew showld rub meh billie."




"Ooh, how long?"
"Jusht shum few haursh."




"I'm spooked by such a horrendous sight... and it's abotu to lay eggs!"

Pfft, tourists. 




"Oh, alas. I have to go work now."
"Awww..."




"Lesh go tew da pewl and go teek showursh."




Aha, so now you're being sidedoored instead?






If there's one thing EA did right it was adding those censor boxes.




"Sho naw eetsh taim to gew an raait shum arteeklesh befawr da bebbie camsh."




"Lesh wraait bout da sneckbawr."

Will they appreciate the gesture though?

"Aim shewr."




"Ouww...."

Is it...




Yes it is happening!




"AI OEI! BELLEE DOESH PEEN!"




"KWAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! BEBBY EESH CAWMEENG!!!!!!"




"WAAAHHHRAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKK!!!!!!!!!"

Calm down and walk to the hospital. They'll help you out."

"K'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"




There you go. Slow and steady wins the race...




"Awww, thenck yu tekshee whoman."
"You're welcome?"




"Ahh, there hashpeetal eesh. Awlmawsht dere."




"Awlmasht. Almeshde."




"Yesh, yesh!"




... Anyone noticing how her feet are sinking in the hospital floor?



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Name: Prince Uglington

Traits: Couch Potato, Artistic
Lifetime Wish: N.A.
Favourites: Soul, I dunno, Didn't really pay attention
Sun Sign: Good question...




"Eetsha bawy. Hesh moi babby preensh. Awww..."




"Taim tew go hawm beecush meh eecshion kyoe sheesh sho."




Home sweet home.




Hey, you shouldn't cram your newborn baby in the mailbox! You just had one, who knows how long it might take to get a new one if you send it away? 




Aww...

"Babbee Preenshe luvs da bawtel."





"Mawmee Kween luvsh her leetel Preenshe."





"Aww..."

Let's be honest, she has some parenting skills.




"Babbee Preenshe wanna plee?"




Suddenly, a wild shack appears.




With a crib for baby Preenshe. All in the royal family colours.




"Aif gawt beels. Ai godda pee."

You better not have to. There's not a toilet in your shack.

"..."




"Reedeeng da newshpepper unteel Hectawr eesh free awf hish jawb."




"Heeya Hectawr, wanna heng awt and ruwt een da Sheetee Hawl?"

Rut in the City Hall? ... Are you sure about that?




"Yash, okee? Dash griewt!"

Is he sure about that?




"Lesh go."

And how about your baby Prince?

"Aiwll cawl a babbie sheeter."




I can barely believe she's doing this. Although, the Prince might become a big brother soon... Who knows, if he's too good-looking I might be able to keep the bloodline ugly for longer that way.....




"Yesh, meebey he'll haf teeketsh!"
"Hiya, Kweenie-mine!"




"Yash, clewsh tew woohootiesh!"





Annnnnd that's where it hit the midnight spot. So that's where we'll cut it off. The question is, will this ruttery give baby Prince a sibling? Will there be fun? Or will they be thrown out immediately? Who knows? We'll see it next time on Confessions of a Queenaholic! BYE!






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