Welcome to the Clover County Chronicles, an ongoing neighbourhood story in The Sims 2!
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Sharpesvale: 737.
Interludes: 1, 2, 3. April Fools' Day: 2014, 2014 Comparison, 2015.
Recaps: 1, 2.

In which consent laws are suitably enforced.

How's that for edgy.




Brittany: Okay, so here's the plan. You go in there and, like, be a big dumb jerk in her face, then I'll come in, save the day, and have my molars deep in crotchcave before the sun rises!
Amar: Wow! That was DISGUSTING!



Brittany: Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it.



Amar: Just so we're clear - this chick is the sister of that TV chick, right.
Brittany: Yeah.
Amar: Maybe I can get an autograph! After I pork her.



Somebody wants to screw you.

Poppy: I'm too busy screwing other people.



Poppy: You'd be amazed, the signing bonuses all these local companies offer.



Amar: Is she a good lay? From your weird lesbian perspective?



Brittany: ...you probably don't need to know.



Michael: If Poppy's just gonna sell this,tell me and I'll return it myself.



Poppy: Oh, the baby's kicking.



Poppy: ...the what.



Amar: I don't think I like your plan.
Brittany: I WILL MOVE YOU BODILY INSIDE



Brittany: Actually, yeah, forget it. You look like a crazy rapist or something.



Amar: Heheheh. I'm not crazy.
Brittany: You. Sidewalk. Now.



Poppy: PUKE THE PAIN AWAY



Amar: Look. You want to get back at this chick, just make out with me.
Brittany: Where she can see us?
Amar: Ugh, that sounds terrible.



Brittany: I want her to notice when I get back at her, pal. I'm not going for a moral victory.



Brittany: Okay, you can be my fake boyfriend.
Amar: I wish that wasn't the best offer I've ever gotten.



Amar: If I squint, you're kinda cute. I'm in.



Brittany: So now we kiss?
Amar: I don't know! I've never gotten past home plate with a chick.



Brittany: OH POPPY YOU CAUGHT US
Amar: IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK.



Brittany: It is, though.
Amar: Nah, definitely not.
Brittany: STOP OGLING HER AND GROPE ME DAMMIT



Brittany: Or... don't, actually, now that I see you in the light.



Brittany: I MEAN WOW THIS DUDE IS HOT HEY POPS?



Poppy: Did you just yell something or was it my bowels?



Brittany: Oh, you big dumb manly man. That's what straight chicks like right?



Brittany: She had better be getting this, because it is hard.



Amar: Other things are hard, too.



Brittany: This is the worst fake date I've never been on.



Brittany: Luckily she can't see us behind this split screen.



That wasn't a split screen, the camera was just clipped through a wall.



Brittany: Shit.



Brittany: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO PRETEND TO BE STRAIGHT IF YOU HADN'T PRETENDED TO BE GAY



Brittany: Also I might be bi.



Amar: Bi-sexy!



Amar: Bi-sexier!



Amar: We've gotta do something with that hair, though.
Poppy: Mf. Strangle you with it.



Your pretend boyfriend is missing.

Brittany: I'll pretend to worry.



Amar: I'm glad they had this fancy rich-person barricade.



Amar: Ooh yeah baby, let me objectify you.



Poppy: If I open my eyes, will I see something you'll regret?



Poppy: Oh, look, you have one of those. Well aren't you special.



Poppy: Good bye, serial skulker.



Amar: Aw, I thought you'd go easy.
Poppy: And I thought you'd go... like... away.



Poppy: Um, no, sorry, women have been people for at least a hundred years.



Poppy: You'd be amazed how many special rights your sad little prick doesn't grant you.



Amar: I thought all lesbians secretly wanted dick!
Poppy: Thanks for that legacy, Gigli.



Amar: It smells like toothpaste down here.



Poppy: Self-defense?

So utterly.



Amar: I'll give you something to defend!
Poppy: STOP GIVING ME THINGS



Poppy: In SimSoviet SimRussia, bitch chokes YOU!



Amar: I WANT YOUR LOVE, NOT YOUR CONSENT



Brittany: This is not my favourite plan ever.



Brittany: I should intervene, but they're all the way upstairs.



Poppy: And now, I shall insert this barre in you.



Amar: Can you wear a cheerleader costume when you do it?



Brittany to the rescue!



Poppy: ON THIS VERY SPECIAL EPISODE OF THE CLOVER COUNTY CHRONICLES



Poppy: WE MAKE A DEFINITIVE STATEMENT ON SEXUAL ASSAULT



Amar: Oh no, it's Build Mode outside!



Poppy: Let me axe you a question.



Poppy: WHY WOULD YOU BRING RAPE TO A LIBERAL PARTY



Such support.



Whuck.

Amar: So wait, am I still getting laid?



Poppy: YOU'VE GOT ALL THE GASH YOU'RE GETTING



Poppy: Heehee.



Poppy: Score one for the ladies! Masters of our own bodies.
The Grim Reaper: EXCEPT WHEN THE GRIM REAPER COMES.
Poppy: Sure, but that never happens.



Brittany: Is somebody dragging damned souls over the carpet upstairs?



Poppy: I'm trying to figure out how to blame this on Michael.



Brittany: OH NO HE SEEMED SO NICE



Brittany: See if I ever lend you my dudes again!



Poppy: Oh, you're laying claim to the ATTEMPTED RAPIST are you?
Brittany: BETTER THAN THE AXE MURDERER



Poppy: Not really? At all?



Poppy: IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M BISEXUAL, STUPID
Brittany: IT'S NOT MY FAULT I AM EITHER



Poppy: Wait, you...? When did THAT...?



Poppy: ...this is also assault, you know.



Brittany: Oh, Amar. We shall not see your like again.



Poppy: STOP CRYING FOR HIM, ARGENTINA



Poppy: WHY HELLO THERE MEN'S RIGHTS ACTIVISM, I DIDN'T SEE YOU THERE
Brittany: ...what're you...?



Poppy: EAT CARPET, MISOGYNY!
Brittany: Hmm. Word choice?



Poppy: THE ONLY SUCKING YOU'LL GET IS FROM A VACUUM CLEANER, PUNK!



Brittany: Can I just say that I'm a little bit turned on right now.



Brittany: Is this a "no"?



Brittany: Yes, it's a "no"?



Poppy: That was a fun little adventure.

I've just -really- wanted to kill a man lately.

Next time: a totally innocent reunion.