Zinc: Everybody wants to be a cat,
Because a cat’s the only cat,
That knows where it’s at,
Everybody’s pickin’ up on that feline beat,
‘Cause everything else is obsolete.
Hey, Zinc, wanna try some of the other fireworks Nickel got at the festival?
Zinc: Not working.
Nickel went outside autonomously with the black snake, and Zinc tries to set off the firework right in the house. I was going to say the legacy’s going downhill but then I remembered that Zinc’s dad fights fires in his swim trunks.
Wow, Vaughn’s actually up.
Vaughn: Just wanted to tell you that you forgot to get rid of the game interface for this shot, dumbass.
You’re so mean to me.
Well that’s not supposed to happen.
So then Zinc puts out the fire by standing, like, directly in it. Like father like daughter.
Nickel: I’ll save you! *sprays Zinc’s butt*
Zinc: The fire’s out, Auntie…
Good to know she wouldn’t have died if she had got set on fire.
The smoke bomb goes off alright. Once we had one for the Fourth of July that had red, white, and blue smoke, but it was so old that the colors mixed together and it was just light purple… I mean, what is this thing I’ve never seen it before in my life.
Ooh! I know what sparklers are, though. They… might… be legal in New Jersey? I don’t know, I just know I’ve used them.
Zinc: Woooo! Rave!
I loved the sparklers so much that Gallium had to use them before going off to school.
Gallium: Yer a wizard, Gallium.
Speaking of loving something so much that it couldn’t wait until after school, this girl whose name I forget asked Zinc to go on a date minutes before the bus showed up.
Autonomous romance! Love it.
While Manganese is dealing with an emergency, I spot Tyson as one of the panicking sims. Shouldn’t you be in school, mister? I don’t think Zinc should marry you if you’re slacking off in school. Get bad grades and you’re going to be mean-spirited or a loser or something.
Zinc is writing a love letter because I wanted to check it out. And by writing a love letter I mean she jammed a piece of paper in the table and is writing on the table now.
Speaking of romance… should you be reading that to a ten-year-old?
Nickel: What? He likes it.
Okay, so Nickel’s in bed now, right?
Then who the hell is you?
Fake Nickel: I’m Nickel Mendeleev, I swear.
*delete* I hope I didn’t break the game with that, but I really don’t like this imposter chick.
I don’t understand why Manganese feels the need to go out of his way and harass children.
Manganese: Look at you. You’re so furry you’re more like a little yeti than a sim.
Gallium: Sorry daddy. 😦
Zinc: Who cares about Gallium’s problems? It’s my birthday! Woo!
Zinc rolled daredevil as her final trait. Daredevil, party animal, insane, virtuoso, and friendly.
She wants to be a rock star, like her mother. Since she’s the heiress I’m actually going to pay attention and try to get her to reach her LTW.