Day 41: F$#k the Police
Day 41 saw the last free day before what would be the biggest show of their career: Club Plasma. I had (incorrectly) assumed that they would all understand the gravity of the situation, and spend the day on their instruments, honing and practicing and tweaking every little detail of their performance until it was absolutely flawless. Instead, it was just more of the same. Farrah went outside and watered the garden in her underwear, Claudia started on a new (and surprisingly decent looking) painting, Pete began a Jazzercise regimen, and Robi worked out like a man possessed (probably because he is possessed).
Oh well, so much for honing their craft. I’m sure it wouldn’t make that much of a difference. They were all level 10, and the chances of them growing rusty in five days was slim. And so, while they played, I tweaked the house a bit, incorporating the newest free item Claudia had received earlier that morning.
I didn’t know if anyone would just go out there and chill, but if it were me, I’d definitely include that in my list of selling points were I selling the home. I mean, who doesn’t love balconies? Anyway, like most things in their lives, they didn’t seem to care that much about anything new. They just kept on keeping on with the usual. That is, until Farrah had to use the bathroom, and this happened…
The rage was palpable, both from my Sims, and from me. How the hell had she gotten into my house? Why won’t she just leave? What’s worse, at this point, she thought it would be great tabloid material for her to walk in while Farrah was on the toilet, and start taking pictures. Oh, she crossed the line. Swimming in my pool for 12 hours – child’s play compared to this. But, of course, when I told her to “stop doing that” she simply continued to “do that”. I was stuck, there was nothing I could do to make her leave, short of luring her into a room and setting it on fire, but that would mean damaging my own home in the process. Thankfully, it was at this point that I remembered we could call the police. And so I had Robi do the honors, as this intruding bitch was his sworn enemy. Feeling triumphant, I had him change into his formal wear. Seeing the look on this woman’s face as the police hauled her away in cuffs would be one to cherish, and Robi would need to look his best. However, when the police arrived, I was confused to find them walking right past the offender, and marching straight up to Robi. Apparently, they had no intention of escorting this intruder off of the Llama property, and instead yelled at Robi for calling them.
Words could not express my displeasure. Of course, I say displeasure to try and soften the harshness in my words. What I mean is, I was pissed. I thought this was supposed to be a life simulator. They could at least give you the option to call the police on an intruder. Who was never invited inside to begin with. Casa del Llama is not some brothel for down-on-their-luck photographers to come and hang out. But, the best part about all of this hadn’t even happened yet. No, that occurred immediately after the cop left (oh, and he charged me $500 for wasting his time). Just as the police cruiser was pulling away, Jennifer McWhoreFace (that’s the paparazzette’s real name, honest) walked out of the house and left. Sigh. You know, I guess this is why you hear so many reports of celebrities beating the crap out of paparazzi. Anyway, with that unpleasantness behind us, it was time to move on with the rest of the day, which was easy for them because they’re Sims, what the hell do they care that their privacy had just been violated.
The mood was further lightened when Pete received a call for the next gig, a show at the Banzai lounge the day after the Club Plasma show. I guess, now that they had been invited to play a club, taking the Banzai gig was a step back, but a show’s a show, and Masochistic Murder Llama will never disappoint their fans. It was almost as if the SimGods heard such thoughts, because just then, Robi received a free gift: A portable fire pit.
With a little rearranging of the pool deck, and a few chairs thrown in, Casa del Llama looked better than ever. Of course, being the maniac that he is, Robi spent about three hours in front of the fire, gazing into its flickering trance, mesmerized by the glowing warmth as it washed over his face. Feeling every wave of heat as it caressed his ass…
I’ve stopped questioning the things he does. Unless it’s something ultra crazy, it’s just the norm for him. Like here, as he’s toasting his ass on the new fire place while Pete skinny dips in the hot tub behind him. I don’t think I would even blink if Robi stripped down and stood naked in front of the fire. And so he stood, for the next couple of hours, the heat on his ass until it was time to go to bed. I saw him pass by Janet on his way to his room, where they presumably they exchanged a sly wink and probably some purring. The rest of the house was already asleep, save for Pete, who was still naked in the hot tub. And he stayed naked in the hot tub, until 5 am.
It had been quite the day, full of bathroom invasions, police brutality, and toasty asses. That’s about all a day can contain, if you ask me. And so I drew it to a close. Because of Pete’s hot tub fetish, it was now 6 in the morning, and the others would be waking up soon, ready for the biggest gig of their lives. Hopefully.