Episode 41: Skunks And Romance
Deki finally gets his thang going. His Sim’s a bit of a late starter, isn’t it?
So. Franck likes chocolate,
and cheese. Come on, Karim, you are French.
They also like swimming together. ¦)
...Oh, god. Here’s Froglet and the skunk. DX Or, to be more precise: here is the Froglet/Skunk sequence of embarrassment and pathos.
“Hello, small black and white animal. Who are you?”
“And why are you showing me your bum... Yikes!”
“AAAAARGH YUCK COUGHCOUGHCOUGH (etc).”
But look: she’s back for more! /o\
And gets sprayed
again
and again!! I think she went back three times. Poor Owen must have been scrubbing away half the night.
...So to speak. (The VICE squad?)
Anyway, one day he got home from a hard day’s work (or it must have been hard finding customers in that suit, anyway) to find Fabi and Figo in the garden.
Not that Fabi was very interested in Figo.
Nope, he wanted Deki - and he set out to make him his.
(Figo didn’t seem bothered. PS I must get him some much smaller bathing trunks, for the sake of realism.)
Fabi made his move,
and Franck and Karim, had they been less obsessed with each other, would have seen this happening:
He likes it!
Hurrah! (Or Boo, if you’re Kellie.)
FOR GOD’S SAKE, IT’S THE SKUNK AGAIN. Sod off! You’ve already got the dog! What more d’you want?
Anyway, Deki and Fabi set off for their date, Deki unsurprisingly believing that he could go to the restaurant in his duckers.
...Phew, he’s put some clothes on.
And he wants borscht; well, that’s Serbs for you, I suppose.
Cheers!
It seems to be going pretty well,
And they do some embarrassing, yet suspiciously realistic dancing.
During which Deki gets pissed as a fart.
But what are Franck and Karim up to while their colleague’s off chatting up a drunk?
Well, Franck’s talking to Megan about rats, of course! In the background, Karim boasts to a Romanian about his promotion.
...Oh god. *Facepalm*
I KNEW IT. Broken heart in 10... 9... 8...
FRANCK! That is just plain rude!
...I will never cease to be unnerved by the accuracy with which this machine captures Roman Abramovich’s thoughts.
Er, or not.
No, definitely not. (That’s Gila in the foreground thinking about Zlatan.)
You’ve got to hand it to Franck, though; not everyone can carry their groceries along vertically while farting.
No wonder the man’s a legend. (I’m especially impressed that he managed to keep the eggs from falling out.)
Meanwhile, Deki and Fabi have reached the slow-dancing stage,
And all is going well... Wait, what?
Deki’s telling Fabi not to grope his arse? That’s it, he’s broken.
He won’t say no to a massage, though.
Or a bit of kissing up the arm;
he really likes that.
Fabi isn’t quite so impressed.
(Note how Deki seizes the opportunity to eye up that woman while Fabi’s gagging. He must be back to his old self.)
The situation hadn’t improved by the time they got back to Fabi’s house,
but at least we get to see the finest face a Sim has ever pulled.
Figo can’t stand it, either; did the skunk get Deki as well as the dog, or something?
And, finally, he employs logical reasoning as only Deki can. Either that or he’s trying to play hard to get, and really, wasn’t the BO enough in that case?