Disclaimer; this is a Sims story. I didn't create Sims. Do the math, people.
Toilet Troubles
When Mr. and Mrs. Womanizer and their two children, Britney and Sirius, moved into their new house, everything was a dream. Mr. Womanizer had a great job in the Business business, and Mrs. Womanizer kept the house clean and free of cockroaches.
Mrs. Womanizer was teaching her daughter how to do homework, while Remus was dancing all by himself in the middle of the room.
Mr. Womanizer had to eat, bathe, and sleep after work. After those three bars were full, he just had to use the toilet.
Holy shit. The fucking toilet is gone!
Mrs. Womanizer was putting spaghetti on the stove while her children were making uncomfortable small talk on the kitchen table when Mr. Womanizer came in screaming like a crazy son of a banshee.
"Guys! Someone deleted the toilet!" The entire family began yelling in terror. "Quick! We have to go into public so we can pee!" Mrs. Womanizer told her husband. "Call the cab!"
"Honey," Mr. Womanizer whispered in a scared voice. "What is it dad?" Remus asked his father, while his hands began to sweat. "The phones are gone," he said to the family.
"Dad, what's going on?" Britney asked, tears running down her face. "What does this mean?"
"Grab the children. We're walking to the police station," Mrs. Womanizer said forcibly to her husband.
"Dad," Remus breathed in fright. "What?" "The door." "What the hell?"
All of the doors in the kitchen had disappeared. "Mother of Lord, what in the name of God is going on?"
Suddenly, Mrs. Womanizer's spaghetti had caught fire, the smoke detector blazing. It spread like cancer to the fridge and other counter before they could begin to put it out. "What are we going to do?" Mrs. Womanizer yelled in hysterics.
Mr. Womanizer could no longer help at all. He'd pissed his own pants, then reacted by not liking the environment, what with its smoke and pee puddle, then feeling uncomfortable and unhygienic.
He watched as flames engulfed his daughter. The thick smoke blocked the view as the Grin Reaper appeared to take her. Remus begged and pleaded for the soul of his best friend, finally beating him at rock paper scissors.
The fire was a raging inferno. The wicked fingers of the flames caught at Mrs. Womanizer's dress. Suddenly, a mockingly white door appeared at the other end of the room. Smoke was cooking her throat as she yelled, "Remus! Britney! Run!"
His two children escaped the open mouth of the blaze through the snowy white door. He had two choices. Die with the love of his life, or choose to continue life with his two lovely children.
Time wasn't on his side. Within seconds, the inside of his nostrils were boiling. In a distant voice, his wife of 14 years was screaming, "Save my babies! Go!"
The blackened kitchen was crackling under his run. With a final look back to his wife being drowned by monstrous flames, he turned the door handle into the bright world of fresh air.
Britney was in the fetal position, her face black with soot while tears made pale streaks on her cheeks. He older brother was pushing hair from her face. Remus had a stony expression, like he was trying to delete the fire from his thoughts.
Mr. Womanizer pushed hair from his forehead. He sucked in some air then said sarcastically,
"Shit. I should've peed before I took a shower."