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In which point that thing someplace else.
This would be a more sensible name for the brothel household.
Lyndsey: Hey Leonard, what do you call it when Lyndsey Price was raised by other children, ate dog food, and learned to speak from a toy, but is pretty much alright now?
Lyndsey: THE PRICE IS FIXED!
Kelsey: How hard did you try to find a natural way to make that joke?
Not very hard, honestly.
Kelsey: That's my kind of trying!
Lyndsey: Just a sec, I think Kelsey's eating garbage.
Lyndsey: And burying her poop.
Lyndsey: NO NOT REALLY
Lyndsey: He what?
Leonard: Yeah, they saw him all green and talking to a book on a roof.
Lyndsey: You're sure it was Lance?
Leonard: He had a cowcatcher chin, but he was dressed too shabby for a Sharpe.
Lyndsey: Lance has been... uh... different, since we were kids. And he murdered a butler.
Leonard: I thought you said he murdered two butlers.
Lyndsey: No, I think each brother got one butler each.
Lyndsey: The first one murdered our mom, so Lewis pushed him down the stairs.
Leonard: Fair enough.
Lyndsey: The second one... I dunno, that was weird.
And then Lance did something you never saw, and he doesn't seem to even remember.
Lyndsey: Which was?
Pff. We're into creating secrets around here, not revealing them.
Lyndsey: Anyway yeah Lance freaks me out which is why I'm living next to the power plant and not in the mansion I kinda own.
♪ Lovely Chrissy, mail maid! ♪
Lyndsey: I think we're losing him again.
♪ When it gets light, deliver my heart today ♪
Gavin: I was always a Stones guy, myself.
Lyndsey: Grats on fuckin'!
Kelsey: Hey girl, you too!
Kelsey: We should fuck more often!
Lyndsey: No time like all the time.
Kelsey: Hey, is this Nick?
Nick: That would explain why I have his cellphone.
Leonard: I thought I was fuckin' the other one.
Lyndsey: Well I thought variety is the spice of life!
Leonard: Yeah, she's spicy enough I guess.
Lyndsey: My brother died under mysterious circumstances.
Leonard: Hahaha date talk!
Lyndsey: And also apparently my other brother did something terrible I don't know about.
Lyndsey: So I'm guessing he turned my dad into a girl.
Leonard: That's not something terrible. You're something terrible.
Lyndsey: Fuck you.
Kelsey: Yeah, I think we're boyfriend-swapping today.
Nick: Are there more like you two, or were you a limited series?
Lyndsey: So, you're married.
I know someone who used to say "Married, not dead."
Leonard: I've been dead, too.
So has she.
Lyndsey: Yay dead people talk!
Leonard: Well, I mean, most people are dead.
Bitches love morbidity.
Kelsey: Yeah, looks like we're doing makeouts and shit today. Maker must be feeling lonely.
Only ALL THE TIME
Kelsey: Why don't you come over! Why haven't you already come over? WHY ARE WE NOT COMING? Over!
Kelsey: Bring condoms.
Kelsey: And yourself.
Kelsey: Here's our last condom. Nick's bringing more.
Leonard: Why the huge box?
Kelsey: You've been in my box, it's not that huge.
Leonard: Hahaha gross.
Kelsey: It's, like, the least gross euphemism.
Nick: Y'all doing euphemisms here, or the real thing?
Kelsey: ♪ I am the real thing ♪
Nick: Ooh mow ma mow!
Lyndsey: You're what kind of cock?
Lyndsey: Yes, I'm Lyndsey Price. Who's asking? The atrociously evil what?
Leonard: Hang up, it's a thaumamarketer.
Kelsey: So yeah, my fake mom kidnapped me from my real mom.
Nick: My real mom killed your fake mom before she was your fake mom.
Kelsey: We're really starting to feel those three hundred and ninety-nine chapters, huh?
It's actually over four hundred, there's some anomalies in there.
Kelsey: Anyway she's not a main character now, because she died in a car explosion.
Nick: She's, like, the main villain. I'm sure she didn't die in a car explosion.
Kelsey: Maybe there's a new main villain!
Nick: Sure, we're course-changing the plot NINE YEARS IN.
Bitches love it when you dismiss their opinions.
Kelsey: Maybe sometimes a bitch just wants to get laid.
Lance Price the Damned: And bastards just wanna lay people out!
Kelsey: In, out, you can lay me anywhere, green meanie.
Lance Price the Damned: Green meanie! I love it.
Lance Price the Damned: I'll come back for you.
Nick: Don't bother.
Lance Price the Damned: The real bother's in here.
Leonard: The real brother's in here.
Lyndsey: You mean the live brother.
Leonard: Yeah, but that would've disrupted the wordplay chain.
Lyndsey: I appreciate your commitment to prose, if not your commitment to warning me in a timely and coherent manner.
Lyndsey: Magic's not real if you don't believe in it.
Lance Price the Damned: I've got eight black inches that might disagree OKAY LET ME REPHRASE THAT.
Leonard: LOOK OUT, HE'S GOT A PEN
Lyndsey: No, he doesn't.
Lance Price the Damned: WHAAAAT
Leonard: Lyndsey just shot way ahead in the hotness race.
Nick: Why bother comparing when you can just have both?
Leonard: Why bother having both when you can have an anti-magic guard dog?
Kelsey: Why bother with this conversation when there's much better things we could be doing with our mouths?
Lyndsey: You're lucky I didn't stick those eight black inches up your ass!
Lance Price the Damned: Are you absolutely certain that you didn't?
Lance Price the Damned: I can still get you chased by bees, you know.
Lyndsey: Bee gone.
Doing stupid shit on the road while Leonard is right there, a living memory of how much fun it is to run a Sim over with a car, is a real test of my forebearance, man.
Leonard: I don't remember it being all that fun.
Lance Price the Damned: Okay, so! Stop to collect the consolation prize, or fuck off with my broom between my legs?
Lance Price the Damned: Lance Price the Cowardly it is.
Lance Price the Damned: Maybe there's a tutorial online about how to make your own evil wand of death.
Lance Price the Damned: Or maybe she'll try using it, crater her house, and I can come get it back later.
Lance Price the Damned: Or maybe I'm just fucked.
Lyndsey: When in doubt, go with getting fucked.
Leonard: Okay, wanna toss a coin for who gets the bedroom?
Leonard: Instead of tossing my girlfriend?
Lyndsey: Fuck it, let's all toss.
Lyndsey: Oh yeah baby, pay that life debt.
Lyndsey: That sounded like a line from a Chewbacca/Han Solo slash fic.
Kelsey: I'm not really into monogamy.
Nick: I've never even met anyone who is.
Kelsey: Yeah, but, you see, my mom is actually locally famous for her loose sexual morals.
Nick: In this neighbourhood?!
Lyndsey: Let's get dickical.
Lyndsey: Alternatively you could keep checking on Kick and Nelsey like a fuckin' weirdo.
Leonard: "Kick and Nelsey?" At least give them a proper couple nickname, like "Kicksey."
Leonard: That's like... the Leonard Lizard, or something!
Lyndsey: I know what "Leonard Lizard" is a nickname for.
Leonard: Are you prepared to receive the Leonard Lizard?
You could at least pretend to be happy about it.
Lyndsey: Why bother? He can't see my face.
Leonard: Who needs faces when you've got vaginas.
I honestly want someone to run a test to see how many completely unique sentences my blog contains.
Kelsey: Lucas is staying dead FOREVER.
Kelsey: Nobody likes him.
Kelsey: Not even my mom.
Nick: WOW. Your mom "likes" EVERYONE.
Kelsey: Literally everyone everywhere is glad he's dead. He's glad he's dead.
Lyndsey: Got any brothers?
Leonard: Do I.
Leonard: Got brothers like the day is snowy.
Lyndsey: The best part of doing it standing up is my bed doesn't stink afterwards.
Nick: Are you just... walking in place, dude?
Kelsey: Stop focusing on the dude.
Nick: I'm trying, but he won't fuck off!
Leonard: I already got my fucking off done tonight, Nick.
Leonard: You can tell by how limber I am now.
Leonard: And by how much I need a shower.
Lyndsey: Mmf... the... the fish says...
Nick: Why were we making out outside?
Kelsey: Making outside! Hahaha.
Lyndsey: Mmm... brothers...
Kelsey: I wonder if she's fucking in her sleep.
Nick: Like we're fucking in her sleep.
Kelsey: Ohh... Nick...
Lyndsey: Ohh... Nick...
Kelsey: OHH, NICK!
Nick: Hahaha just kidding this is awesome.
Kelsey: Anyway we were making out outside because the camera angles in here are too claustrophobic for four people.
Nick: I think it's cosy!
Kelsey: Costrophobic, then.
Meanwhile the Sim Modder is terrifying.
Lyndsey: Ohh, Leonard, you're so much smaller than Nick...
Nick: I mean, I had my suspicions...
Nick: But geez, that's a cold thing to tell a dude.
Nick: And to NOT tell the OTHER dude!
Kelsey: You ARE a lot bigger than Leonard.
Nick: WHY DID I NEED TO PROMPT THIS REVELATION
Nick: You should pass that kind of info along as soon as you've got it! Help a brother's ego out!
Kelsey: Send your brother over and I will.
Nick: Fuck THAT.
Lyndsey: Welp, that's all the dudes I know.
So get a new one.
Lyndsey: What, just summon one out of thin air?
Lyndsey: What, just wave my magic wand and ohhhhh.
Lyndsey: I don't like the way it clips through my fingers.
Lyndsey: Or the way it apparently damns people.
Lyndsey: Hello, is this a townie I apparently know?
Lyndsey: I am auditioning for bed partners.
Kelsey: Someone mentioned beds and partners and now I'm awake.
Lyndsey: Next time: a 400+ pic bombshell update.
She's not wrong.
This chapter depicts gameplay from 20 July 2012.