Titmouse Legacy 3.4
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Bogart wants to be a Creature Cross Breeder, so he wanders off to the science centre to grab himself a low paying, no respect test tube jockey job.
And then he goes cruisng for chicks in the police car that Avery had not taken with him when he moved out.
His plan is to pull hot girls over and threaten to give them a ticket, which he will lessen if they are willing to either bribe him, or put out.
Redcliffs, still so pretty.
The streets seem devoid of pretty girls today. What he finds instead is a scary old broad lurking behind the dumpster looking to knife someone.
And a pair of odd looking boy twins.
So Bogart moves to Plan B: knock on random people's doors and hope whomever answers the door is shaggable.
Bogart: Kaching!
He meets random neighbor #1, who while havign a set of blue eyes I'd love to get in the gene pool, is not exactly the best this town has to over. At least, I hope not.
Random Neighbor #1: The stripper has arrived!
Bogart: I feel like I may have miscalculated.
Random Neighbor #1: You are everyting the agency said you would be! Come on in, I have just the tiny gold speedo for you to wear. This is going to be the best party ever!
Bogart: *whispers* Hi, I need a taxi. Very quickly.
Back on the roam, Bogart again runs into one of the ugly twins.
Ugly Twin #1: Hey, if you ever want to make it with a guy, you let me know. I will be happy to show you the rope. I will teach you things you haven't even dreamt. It will be magnificent.
Random Other Dude: No, no. If you are looking for scientific breakthrough buttbabies, I am the man for the job.
Bogart: Listen, fellas. I hate to break it to you...
Bogart: I know I'm hot and all--
Ugly Twin #2: I'll say.
Bogart: But I just don't swing that way. I have an uncle of your persuasion that I would be happy to set you up with.
Random Other Dude: Speaking of hot, you know who I'd give my left testicle to bang? That Bailey Titmouse. You seen the knockers on her?
Bogart: You did not just say that about my mother. So much scarring.
To work out some of his new trauma, Bogart chases a car down the highway.
Bogart: Yeeehaw!
He meets up with Deane and with his new spectacles he can see that she had been right before, she is incredibly frumpy. Surely there had to be better prospects for him out there.
He puors himself a drink at the local bar, which has no bartender or any other patrons. Breaking and entering might have been involved.
And in his drunken stupor, he hops the first plane he finds and heads on down to... whatever it is Sim France is called, I forget.
Bogart: Bonjour! You have hot girl for me, we?
Bingo! The front one is kind of adorable, but her profile is really scary, so Chick in Tennis Whites it is. Also known as Manon...
Balls. I have forgotten another surname. Just Manon then.
Bogart: I hear there is going to a spectacular meteor shower tonight.
Manon: We, monsieur. It will be a clear night, you will see everything.
Bogart: How would you like to join me?
Manon: Non, I have heard about men like you. You come in here and sweep a girl off her feet, and then you return home. To your girlfriend. Your wife.
Bogart: Not me, baby, I am in it for the long haul. I am not here looking for holiday romance, I am looking for love. The kind that lasts a lifetime, that bears children and happiness. Say, what's your starsign?
Manon: Ze bull, monsieur.
Bogart: So am I! It's like the universe madeus for each other.
Manon: Monsieur, you have a certain je ne sais quoi.
Bogart: Is that a yes?
It's a yes. And Bogart smuggled his cop car into the country because he is a class guy like that.
Of course, a trip to Sim France is not complete without at least one dungeon crawl, so I give you: exploration spam
At which point time started running a little low and Bogart had to give up his spelunking in order to woo his girl.
And woo he did.
Very successfully, I might add.
And to make it official, a member of the french chapter of the Random Lesbian Club showed up to stare lustfully at the future Mrs Titmouse.
Random lesbian club member approves of this joining.
Manon: Soon you must go, mon amour.
Bogart: Come with me.
Manon: What are you saying?
Yup, that's what he's saying.
Je t'aime.
The get married in a private affair in front of Chateau Landgraab or whatever it's called.
And use their last night in Sim France as a honeymoon.
Manon Titmouse, Gen3 Spouse.
And that wraps up our catch up, à bientôt!
(Lol, congratulations, you have just seen the entire extent of my French. Sad, innit?)