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In which questionable things are ably questioned.
Michael: Hey Sharpe.
Vanessa: Hey Whittaker.
Vanessa: Lookin' Bennett, technically.
Veronica: What's with the random food?
Vanessa: Randon acts of butlerness.
Veronica: We're eating together! Like a family!
Vanessa: Yep. "Like" one.
Michael: I take it we're not actually a family because I'm crazy now, and that apparently disenfranchises me in my own home?
Veronica: Do you still get to be mayor if you're crazy?
Anthony: Look what I caught in the porcelain pond!
Alec Prince the Damned: Gotta keep that damnation quotient up.
Alvin Woodrow: You think your bodyguards will protect you?!
I see everyone's ringing in the new year with as much maturity as they can muster.
Vanessa: My husband's insane and my sister's insane, why can't I be a little kooky?
Vanessa: Anyway I think I'm seeing things.
Veronica: That balloon better not be about me.
Veronica: The SCIA figure out what's wrong with you yet?
Michael: They've narrowed it down to ENTROPY being awful or me being awful.
Michael: At least I'll be awful and rich.
Veronica: I know they'll find a cure for you, dad.
Michael: Please don't touch me.
Michael: Like, please please don't.
Veronica: Ohhh. Riiight.
Veronica: Hey man, congrats on being a sexy beast!
Michael: ...ARE THEY FUCKING WITH YOU, TOO?
Veronica: Yay! We can go nuts together.
Veronica: Good news, mom! Whatever the bad people are doing, it's completely deleted my family ties with dad!
Vanessa: That's not good news. You won't get any inheritance when I kill him, now!
Veronica: Do you want to know how many bolts of chemistry I have with him?
Vanessa: Never ever ever.
Vanessa: This isn't really ENTROPY, right? It's just a glitch in the neighbourhood.
Maybe ENTROPY is glitching the neighbourhood?
Veronica: Maybe don't say terrifying, the most terrifying, things?
Vanessa: I still haven't ruled out Michael being a whackjob.
Veronica: We're whacking on the same job now, though.
Michael: Never say anything like that ever again.
Michael: AND STOP FUCKING TOUCHING ME
Michael: FIX THIS!
I'd have to quit the game.
Michael: k I'm moving to Antarctica, bye.
Veronica: Watch out for ants!
Michael: Oh god, oh god, why am I here again.
High chemistry Sims always try to be near each other.
Michael: FIX THIS
Veronica: You need a hobby, dude. Something to take your mind off things.
Michael: I'm thinking of taking up furious masturbation.
Veronica: You could do more of that boring finance stuff.
Michael: Honestly even I'm getting bored with that.
Michael: SPORTS! Rich and weak edition.
Michael: Only the rich can afford hacky sacks, they stopped making them when the nineties mercifully ended.
Michael: I think I might be able to scratch my wrongness itch by cheating on Vanessa.
Veronica: Suicide by mom, huh? Bold move.
Veronica: Aw not THIS shit again.
Veronica: Grats on bein' such a smokeshow, by the by!
Veronica: Isn't he just dreamy?
Vanessa: God, I wish this was just a dream.
Vanessa: Alright kid, time to grow up. We need to at least tie the number of crazies in the house.
Veronica: What if he turns out to be crazy?
Vanessa: I'll lock him in the dishwasher.
Michael: Woo! Child abuse!
Veronica: Also abuse of the mentally ill! Woo!
Vanessa: WE'LL LOVE YOU NO MATTER HOW WELL YOUR BRAIN WORKS
Vanessa: BUT WE WOULD PREFER SANITY, GIVEN THE CHOICE
I don't know if aging into an outfit that looks like a pictorial representation of insanity is a good sign.
Veronica: Happy birthday, Brett! Please don't judge us.
Michael: No matter how hard I am. IT IS.
Veronica: Go take a shower.
Veronica: A cold one.
Michael: Goddamn Vanessa. Her freaking sister's fucking with our brains, and she's all like "Maybe it's actually your fault?"
Veronica: Yeah, why doesn't she believe your wacky conspiracy theory? What a bitch.
Michael: Wait, you don't believe me either?
Veronica: Maybe mental illness isn't exclusively supervillain-caused?
Michael: WHY WOULD I BE MAD AT UMA
Michael: Okay, focus on something else. Anything else! Uh... I like this star. I like how pointy it is. I'd like to STICK A SWORD UP SOMEONE'S ASS oh wow, where did that come from.
Michael: Is it Opposite Day, or something?
Michael: Or is it just Hug Anyone Who Doesn't Want Hugs Day?
Veronica: We should get some fresh air.
Michael: All your windows are open already.
Veronica: We should go out in public where the scrutiny of our neighbours will dissuade us from immoral activities.
Michael: Now you're talkin'!
Michael: We're gonna get the Neighbourhood Watch on an anti-incest kick.
Vanessa: That might piss Cecilia off more.
Brett: Please don't go crazy like everybody else.
Michael: Okay, let's mock this weirdo.
Veronica: You SUCK, weirdo!
Michael: I said mock, not... suck at mocking.
Veronica: Wow, being outside does take the edge off from wanting to fuck my da-
Michael: HEY THERE HOW YA DOIN'
Michael: Is she still there? She's still there, isn't she.
Please don't let that be from Michael.
Michael: How would it have been from me? We didn't go on a date.
Nothing seems too nonsensical or terrible at this point.
Michael: Hey, you know what's funny? Being outside at NIGHT is NOT HELPING AT ALL.
Michael: We're not doing this.
You fucking AREN'T.
Veronica: Definitely not.
Not in MY story.
Michael: Just one-
NO. This wasn't "the Maker doth protest too much." HANDS OFF.
Okay, maybe I will quit the game.
Michael: Wanna hear something about nobody?
Michael: You're pretty hot, you know, UHHH PERSON I'M NOT RELATED TO
There's been a lot of vacation walkbys today.
Vanessa: Don't want to hear about it.
A lot of vacation characters are with ENTROPY.
Vanessa: Don't want to hear about it!
They might be what's fucking up everyone's brains-
Vanessa: YOU LEFT THE ROOF DOWN
DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT
Alright, new solution.
Yeah, that's right, run. I'll tranq your gross ass too!
Veronica: I feel a lot better now, actually!
You're just saying that so I don't knock you out again.
Veronica: I mean, partially.
Michael: PLEASE HELP
Veronica: Move your butler.
Veronica: Who'd you call?
Michael: Many people around here are smarter than me, but there's only one I'll admit to out loud.
Michael: And if she can't figure it out, well, at least I've got three bolts of chemistry with her.
Veronica: We've got three-
Michael: Shut up SHUT UP
Oh, maybe this is what he was mad at Uma for, retroactively.
Vanessa: I'm gonna eat a slice of cake every time you do that.
Vanessa: And break off a piece of your dick.
Michael: I'd like to break off a piece of my dick in her!
Abigail: Did you give him my number?
Abigail: Alright, other Alvin, what do you want.
Michael: Do you think I'm sexy?
Abigail: No, but my hormones do!
Michael: My daughter agrees with your hormones.
Michael: I think ENTROPY is brainwashing us to behave like gross weirdos.
Michael: Some of the grossness, everybody's already noticed. The rest of it, I think, might get someone killed eventually?
Michael: I'm off my gourd, all my Wants are fucked up, and I have a chemistry score with my own daughter.
Michael: And I want to stab someone.
Michael: At this point anyone would do.
Abigail: And this is the story we lead off the new year with?
Abigail: Okay, have you received any strange objects in the mail recently?
Abigail: Like what?
Michael: I forget.
Michael: What? I can't hear you.
Michael: Yay for bad running jokes.
Michael: If you can't fix me, will you at least fuck me?
Michael: Right now? In the bushes?
Michael: The bushes of lo-
I'm not wasting that song on this.
Vanessa: It would certainly be a waste.
Abigail: You know, the machine I used to turn Bradley into Bradleigh can alter brain chemistry.
Michael: What about Nightlife chemistry?
Abigail: You're awfully touchy today.
Michael: I'm trying to counteract all the weird daughter-hugs I got.
Veronica: They were weird for me, too.
Abigail: I'll see what I can figure out.
Michael: Have you ever seen something you couldn't?
Abigail: But hey, no big loss, right?
Michael: Yeah, who needs 'em.
Next time: night time!
Despite what you may have heard, it is not always the right time.
This chapter depicts gameplay from 17 December 2012.