We have located your pants

Hey Franklin, there are some pictures missing-
Franklin: Shhh… cant you see I’m spending quality time with my son?
*blinks* What in the blazes are you teaching that boy?
Franklin: Life, Roo… its harsh, its cruel, its full of love and betrayal…
Uh huh… is that why some of my pictures are missing?
Franklin: I have no idea what you’re referring to. Now if you don’t mind…
Oh, I mind alright. I did manage to salvage one photo…
Franklin: *glances at photo and grins*
That’s it? Just a grin? No comments, no quips, no sarcasm?
Franklin: A picture is worth a thousand words.


Precious hasn’t given up on scaring. Oddly, she never scared anyone until she became playable. None of the other ghosts do this! It really is getting old… if I didn’t have another test for her…
Franklin: *chuckles* Nah, it’s still funny. Look at Oma jumping out of her skin… uh… well just uh…
*giggles* Silly sim.


Franklin: *raises eyebrow* We aren’t broke, Roo. Why aren’t we paying our bill?
Rainne mentioned the repo-man. Honestly I forgot all about him and just got in the habit of paying all bills. She also mentioned something about ‘git er done’ or some such thing.
Franklin: Ah, another test. Okay then… how did this one work out for you?


There she is… wait, ‘she’? I’ve never seen a female repo-man before.
Franklin: You do realize you’re going to have a house full of negative moodlets for this, right?
Sure, but two of you will have positive ones for watching the others suffer. *shrugs* I’m not really all that worried… are you?
Franklin: *scoffs* Not at all.
So she walks in the house and heads to the kitchen. *laughs* She doesn’t appreciate the nasty dishes left on the table.
Franklin: *chuckles* Can’t say I blame her.
Thankfully she took the purchased art, not the homemade paintings.
Franklin: Those repo-folks do enjoy their job.
Hmmm, I wonder if they’re evil or mean spirited…
Franklin: Sorry I was at work when she showed up.
*smirks* You have enough women in your life.
Franklin: *grins*


Franklin: Aw man, not my computer.
You never use it! You’re always out back fishing, or playing your guitar, or painting or at your Uncle Steve’s… besides, she’s taking the gem next to it.
Franklin: Oh, never mind then. We have so many of those.
Total side note: Were there any long lasting side affects from that test Elliot did on you?
Franklin: No. None that I can tell anyhow.


*giggles* I wonder if the maid is thinking he should just leave cuz he doesn’t want to do all the work and not get paid.
Franklin: *laughs*
Now I’m curious… when the mailman/woman was here earlier, did she drop off more bills or did the bills just not go away and we got things taken and had to pay… *ponders*
Franklin: Guess you’ll have to run the test again… just wait until next generation for that will ya?


*laughs* This is what happens when a family oriented sim gushes over the kids to someone who dislikes children.
Franklin: *smirks* Pop looks bored.
He was most definitely bored. Although if he got a glance at the kids he would have been anything but bored.
Franklin: Meaning?
They got all warped and glitched. Once I unpaused, they bounced back. It was creepy.
Franklin: *raises eyebrow* Eddie looks fine.


So I wanted to… are you okay?
Franklin: You already know the answer to that. You sent me down there.
Catacombs… right. So hurry with your bath. I want to see just how ugh Steve looks as an elder.
Franklin: I’m soaking. I’ve had a rough day.
*pokes Franklin*
Franklin: *chuckling and rubbing his chest* Afraid you might slip if you went for the side?
*ignoring the comment and moving on*


Hello?! McFly! I want to see Steve…
Franklin: Lisa needs my attention right now. You can go see Uncle Steve, he’s over in the kitchen.
*sighs*


Okay I wasn’t fond of TS2 elders, I’m really hating TS3 elders! Eep!
Franklin: Are you done gawking? I have something I’m going to uh… take care of. *waggles eyebrows*
o.O Franklin! I… ya go ahead… its not like she’ll end up more preggers than she is…


With everyone working, Christian gets to stay home with the toddlers and baby. The weird thing is if he gets too close to the sidewalk, even if he is only walking to a different part of the lot, the game flips out and says the kids cant be home alone. o.O Dude was going to take a nap for cripes sake.
Franklin: Didn’t stop you from hiring a babysitter anyhow.
Nope. Figured give the geezer a break.


Its time.
Franklin: To eat… ya, its time.
No, I mean its time to start prep work for my next test.
Franklin: Roo, I just made my dinner…
Ya but …
Franklin: Just let me finish… it isnt as if it can’t wait a few minutes later.
A few of my minutes is a few of your hours… *fidgets*
Franklin: Okay lets go.


Okay, I know Sandra is a slob, but that is so gross!
Franklin: She ate that?
Yes. Nasty aint it? I mean granted I made Precious eat a rotten grilled cheese sammich, but I didn’t make Sandra eat that.
Franklin: That’s gross. I wont be kissing her again. *wrinkles nose in disgust*


What is taking you so long? You missed your son’s transition! And he got the cherub curly hair, I love it. Rather fitting don’t you think?
Franklin: I told you… he is not my son!
Where are you?
Franklin: We’re just hanging out for a bit. He’s a bit stressed from the procedure.
*sighs* Fine. I guess I can wait a little longer.

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