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In which the superiority of fat Sims is proven definitively.

Long live the curvaceously fortunate!

I shouldn’t tell you this, but when I see a household like this is next I usually go “Hmm… well… at least it’s only eighty pics, I can probably sustain interest that long.”

You, on the other hand, get to read my sparkling dialogue, so you don’t get to complain.

Renée: Do I get to complain?

You’ve died like eighteen times. What could possibly harsh your buzz at this point?

Renée: Visitors.

Still got the no-baby blues?

Renée: Still a Family Sim, yeah, if that’s what you’re asking.

♪ Doesn’t somebody want to be wanted like me? Where are you? ♪

Renée: You know what? Let’s advertise.

I’ve been doing that lately myself.

Which is why more than three people will see this.

Good ol’ pretty-much-dead LiveJournal!

Renée: I want somebody who won’t try to beat me up, or shoot me, or feed me to a plant, or blow me up, or satellite me, or drown me, or electrocute me, or drop me into a cement mixer full of quicksand.

Renée: If that kind of dude even exists.

Renée: Stewart Murphy? Fuck you. No, fuck you. Come over here so I can slap you.

Why?

Renée: Search me!

Not much to search…

Felicia: Hello Renée!
Renée: What? My name is KayOH RIGHT RENÉE

Renée: I want someone who won’t leave me.
Felicia: So, an ugly person.
Renée: And someone who’ll love me for who I am!
Felicia: A stupid ugly person!

Felicia: That is one wide pool to choose from!

That is the chillest dead skydiver I’ve ever seen.

Felicia: This is Jeremy Haggerty. He’s ugly and dumb and probably heterosexual.
Renée: Wow, that is one serious tri-defecta!

What am I not seeing on the left side of the frame?

WAS THERE A GHOST

Renée: Hi! I’m Renée.
Jeremy: Ew, accents. That takes way too much extra effort.

Jeremy: But at least you’re ugly, so you probably won’t leave me.

Renée: Let’s see if we can’t break that nose of yours. Again.

Jacques Cousteau: Je suis où?

Jeremy: HAHAHA FRENCH PEOPLE

Renée: You do know that I’m French, right? The name and all?

Jeremy: Don’t be ridiculous, all French girls are blonde.

Jeremy: And anyway you’re too fat.

Chelsea: TOO FAT TO BE IN PUBLIC

That’s the only reason I can think of for her to be pitching a fit.

Jeremy: Euch! I keep forgetting how ugly you are whenever I look away.

They both like food I can recognize! I love them.

Nikki: What you uglies want?

Chelsea: UGLY PEOPLE SHOULDN’T BE

Nikki: Hahaha here’s your ugly food, uglies!
Jeremy: I’m sensing a sort of consistent tone here.

Ember: Hey, who’re the ugly people?
Chelsea: The ugliest people.

Renée: A toast! To good-looking people. May they age as they always do.

Renée: Poorly.

Ember: Ooh, a biker dude! I had one of these when I was younger!

Yeah, there’s two of them. They used to be clones, but then one of them got old.

It’s basically the plot to Metal Gear Solid: Sons of Liberty, but with a lot less nonsense.

Chelsea: Oh, look! The fat uglies are exercising!

Geoffrey: I’ll shut her up for you, Renée!

Chelsea: …!

Grugly Prime: And that’s how Chelsea died.

Geoffrey: Ugh. You taste like all of the dicks.

Chelsea: You are what you eat!

I’m CERTAIN I’ve made that joke before.

And you know what? I’m fine with it.

BONK

Jeremy: I’m sorry everyone hates us.

Renée: Squiggle dropseed haywire.

Renée: Orange manichean Jerusalem socks?
Jeremy: Renée! Not in public!

Renée: Fourteen developers gyrating explosively.
Chelsea: Fat, ugly and weird.

Chelsea: Mom… I sometimes love ugly people.
Ember: It’s okay, Chel. Even though they don’t deserve it.

Renée: Pump the whisk southerly!

Renée: Do yarn toggle?!

Renée: Wordsmith yak waggle.

Carmela: I’m not real. I’m a placeholder Sim. We’re not having this conversation.

Carmela: You’re not even sitting.

Jeremy: Okay, one mental reset coming right up!

Wait, what?

WHACKSKLURCH

Renée: Wheelhouse banditry?

Renée: Generational caramelizing.

Jeremy: Blabbity babbity to you too, beautiful.

Jeremy: This is totally within my load-bearing limit.

Renée: Rosencrantz.

Renée: Desperado serum!

Renée: Perspicacious… enveloping… ostrich.

I THINK WE ALL LEARNED A VALUABLE LESSON TODAY

…everyone is mean to fat people and ugly people? Wow, talk about afternoon special material.

Renée: Limpid spackle HELLO there we go.

Renée: One of the police chiefs eats people.

Renée: Raw.

And now, the argument in favour of not being an anorexic stick.

Actually it’s kind of ridiculous that Maxis considers this “fat.”

Jeremy: So ridiculous.

Geez.

Renée.

I’m sorry.

Renée: It’s better than fat-shaming and ugly-baiting.

Jeremy: MORE SLAP-SLAP FOR JEREMY!

Jeremy: SICKLE RASTER GUNGOGGLES

Renée: Words to live by.

Jeremy: I feel like we struck a blow today for non-standard standards of beauty.

I feel like we made some of the right jokes, but completely failed to follow through in the end.

Renée: I feel like sucking this dick.

Jeremy: Remember everyone, no matter what your face looks like, someone is willing to put their face into your genitals.

Renée: Even if you’ve got a serious case of genital-face.

Fat is beautiful!

Renée: I’ve seen lots of ugly fat people.

I didn’t say fat is a beautifier.

Oh, come on. Now your comforter is fat-shaming.

Renée: Kiss another day goodbye.

I don’t usually have that good a relationship with my days.

So, what did we learn today?

Renée: We learned that fat can be healthy, ugliness is a touchy subject, and popular people suck.

Stay beautiful, everybody.

Next time: a hero is born!

Or rather employed.