Zebulon Bendett
Time for our refresher. Zebulon Bendett is the son of Raphael Bendett. Alien son. AND, he has a twin brother, Cosmo.
Now that Zebulon has completed college, he's settled down with his new wife, Sophie Miguel Bendett and their assorted children. Levator Miguel (Sophie's son with Count Cole Goldman), Zola Laide (Zebulon's daughter with Mosaic Laide) and Zane Bendett (Sophie and Zebulon's son).
So, now that we know the players. . .
Aww, Sophie is bathing the little stink bucket, Zane.
"I know I shouldn't have, they tell us not to, but the other day I divined our future."
"Ooh, are we going to win the lottery?"
"No, no wait. Some other sim, a younger, handsome sim will win the lottery and you'll run off and marry him."
"Please, Zebulon. You wish you could get rid of me that easily."
"So it's really 'till death do us part', huh? I guess I could live with that."
"Since I know you're just counting the days, I hate to bring it up but we're not getting any younger. I'm thinking one more baby before we go?"
Zebulon is more than happy to oblige his loving wife.
He loves her so much.
The way she loves shameless gossip.
And let's him know that their plan for a second baby together is well on its way to fruition.
But first,
little Zane needs to become a toddler.
AWWWW, so eff-ing CUTE!
Then, it's time to break the news to Levator and Zola.
"Your mother is going to have a baby."
"Another one? So soon? The last baby's just barely a toddler and now another one?"
Zebulon tries to ignore Levator's remark.
"Did you hear that, Zane, a new baby."
"Yeah, I bet he's thrilled. Are you going to cram the new one in his crib with him?"
"Don't be silly, Levator. They'll get the new baby its own bed. I hope it's a girl."
"Where do you think they're going to put ANOTHER crib? Come on, you've seen our room. There's no space for another bed. We don't even have normal BATHROOMS in this tiny house. You can be so stupid sometimes. . ."
"Hey, that's enough Levator."
Zebulon wonders why Levator is so cranky as of late.
Oh, that explains it. All the hormones starting to course through his veins, turning him from child to teen. This should be fun.
Now that she's on maternity leave, Sophie has time to investigate things around the house.
"Oh, I don't remember THIS being here."
"Wha. . .oh, aren't you just. . .so. . .friendly."
"HEY! Ew, don't sniff me there."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You're kind of cute."
"What? What's that?"
"Mmm, that looks like cake. I was just thinking how good a piece of cake would taste. . ."
"You want me to take it? Are you sure? I don't know. It won't hurt when I pull it off, will it?"
Nope, Sophie, the plant won't feel a thing.
Levator, the first one home in the afternoon, notices something new in the yard as well.
At first he thinks it's the nanny. He runs inside only to find the nanny futzing with Zane.
The only other sim in the house is his mother. But he can't find Sophie.
He checks the tombstone and his fears are confirmed.
He has to do SOMETHING. He remembers his mother saying something about learning to call death.
He tries the phone.
"I'm sorry sir. I don't have a listing for "death"."
*Stupid operat. . .oh wait.*
*calm down, just calm down. Oh, yeah, the freaky phone. Phew, it smells like a fart over here.*
"Uh, yeah, uh I, is this Death? Oh, ok. I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong num. . ."
*this guy is so not funny*
"I need to bring someone back, like, right now. No, now. My step dad and step sister are going to be home soon and if my mom isn't back in one piece, I'm never going to hear the end of it."
*especially not after I was bitching about that stupid new baby*
"Yes, she HAS to be in one piece."
*yeah, I just bet this jokester would love to give me a zombie mom or some stupid. . .*
"YES! I'm still here. Yes, just make her so she looks like she did before, not stinky or rotten or anything. Sure, sure. Oh, you need payment now? Hold on, I'll get my mom's credit card."
*hurry up, damnit, they'll be home any minute*
"Of course I'm authorized to use this card."
*I can't believe he's giving me all this shit about the damn credit. . .*
"Yes, I swear. Just charge it to 385 654 4852 6548"
*type faster*
"Yes, that's Simerican Express."
*if this asshole tells me he doesn't take Simerican. . .*
"Great, when will she be ba. . ."
"HOLY SHIT! Yeah, I saw the burst of light. Yeah, I think she's here somewhere. . ."
*they should really warn sims about that*
"Yeah, she looks perfect. Thanks."
"Hey Levator. How was school?"
*phew, she's totally fine*
Now that Zebulon has completed college, he's settled down with his new wife, Sophie Miguel Bendett and their assorted children. Levator Miguel (Sophie's son with Count Cole Goldman), Zola Laide (Zebulon's daughter with Mosaic Laide) and Zane Bendett (Sophie and Zebulon's son).
So, now that we know the players. . .
Aww, Sophie is bathing the little stink bucket, Zane.
"I know I shouldn't have, they tell us not to, but the other day I divined our future."
"Ooh, are we going to win the lottery?"
"No, no wait. Some other sim, a younger, handsome sim will win the lottery and you'll run off and marry him."
"Please, Zebulon. You wish you could get rid of me that easily."
"So it's really 'till death do us part', huh? I guess I could live with that."
"Since I know you're just counting the days, I hate to bring it up but we're not getting any younger. I'm thinking one more baby before we go?"
Zebulon is more than happy to oblige his loving wife.
He loves her so much.
The way she loves shameless gossip.
And let's him know that their plan for a second baby together is well on its way to fruition.
But first,
little Zane needs to become a toddler.
AWWWW, so eff-ing CUTE!
Then, it's time to break the news to Levator and Zola.
"Your mother is going to have a baby."
"Another one? So soon? The last baby's just barely a toddler and now another one?"
Zebulon tries to ignore Levator's remark.
"Did you hear that, Zane, a new baby."
"Yeah, I bet he's thrilled. Are you going to cram the new one in his crib with him?"
"Don't be silly, Levator. They'll get the new baby its own bed. I hope it's a girl."
"Where do you think they're going to put ANOTHER crib? Come on, you've seen our room. There's no space for another bed. We don't even have normal BATHROOMS in this tiny house. You can be so stupid sometimes. . ."
"Hey, that's enough Levator."
Zebulon wonders why Levator is so cranky as of late.
Oh, that explains it. All the hormones starting to course through his veins, turning him from child to teen. This should be fun.
Now that she's on maternity leave, Sophie has time to investigate things around the house.
"Oh, I don't remember THIS being here."
"Wha. . .oh, aren't you just. . .so. . .friendly."
"HEY! Ew, don't sniff me there."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You're kind of cute."
"What? What's that?"
"Mmm, that looks like cake. I was just thinking how good a piece of cake would taste. . ."
"You want me to take it? Are you sure? I don't know. It won't hurt when I pull it off, will it?"
Nope, Sophie, the plant won't feel a thing.
Levator, the first one home in the afternoon, notices something new in the yard as well.
At first he thinks it's the nanny. He runs inside only to find the nanny futzing with Zane.
The only other sim in the house is his mother. But he can't find Sophie.
He checks the tombstone and his fears are confirmed.
He has to do SOMETHING. He remembers his mother saying something about learning to call death.
He tries the phone.
"I'm sorry sir. I don't have a listing for "death"."
*Stupid operat. . .oh wait.*
*calm down, just calm down. Oh, yeah, the freaky phone. Phew, it smells like a fart over here.*
"Uh, yeah, uh I, is this Death? Oh, ok. I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong num. . ."
*this guy is so not funny*
"I need to bring someone back, like, right now. No, now. My step dad and step sister are going to be home soon and if my mom isn't back in one piece, I'm never going to hear the end of it."
*especially not after I was bitching about that stupid new baby*
"Yes, she HAS to be in one piece."
*yeah, I just bet this jokester would love to give me a zombie mom or some stupid. . .*
"YES! I'm still here. Yes, just make her so she looks like she did before, not stinky or rotten or anything. Sure, sure. Oh, you need payment now? Hold on, I'll get my mom's credit card."
*hurry up, damnit, they'll be home any minute*
"Of course I'm authorized to use this card."
*I can't believe he's giving me all this shit about the damn credit. . .*
"Yes, I swear. Just charge it to 385 654 4852 6548"
*type faster*
"Yes, that's Simerican Express."
*if this asshole tells me he doesn't take Simerican. . .*
"Great, when will she be ba. . ."
"HOLY SHIT! Yeah, I saw the burst of light. Yeah, I think she's here somewhere. . ."
*they should really warn sims about that*
"Yeah, she looks perfect. Thanks."
"Hey Levator. How was school?"
*phew, she's totally fine*