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SO YOU NO SUE!!!
(Also, I do not own The Sims, though I do have the games at home.)
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What The Hell Is Going On?
Chapter 4
Hawkeye Plays The Sims
The next morning, I found myself sick. Sneezing, stuffed nose, and a bad cough. So, fortunately, I didn't have to go to school that day.
Unfortunately, that left me at the hands of the 4077th.
Granny had to go out and play bingo with her friends, and Pop had an all- day auction he wanted to attend. And since our 'guests' are doctors, they left me in their care.
Good God, someone save me.
So, completely ignoring Frank's and Margaret's orders to go straight up to bed, I instead took a blanket and a bunch of pillows up to the game room, placed everything on the couch, and planned to spend my day curled up in a ball playing The Sims Bustin' Out.
Hawkeye and Trapper decided to join me.
"What's up kiddo?" Hawk asked when he stepped into the room.
"ACHOOOOO!!" was my response.
"How ya feelin'?" Trapper asked.
I blew my nose with a tissue and sighed.
"Swell. Absolutely swell. Like a million bucks." I said sarcastically. They smiled a little.
"Margaret will be up here in a little while with some chicken soup," Hawkeye informed me. I pulled a face.
"I hate chicken soup," I grumbled, pouting.
"Tough," Trap smirked. I crossed my eyes at him.
"You're not so tough when you're sick," Trapper laughed.
I grumbled some more.
"What's this?" Hawkeye suddenly asked. I realized he was talking about the game.
I explained to them about the Playstation 2 and The Sims. After that, THEY wanted to play. I groaned, but let them each make their own family.
Hawkeye, naturally, made himself. It actually looked pretty much like him. But then he couldn't decide which woman he wanted to end up with—Nurse Baker, Nurse Able, or Nurse Bigelow.
So he made all three.
Trapper also made himself, and amazingly, made his wife—while explaining that Hawkeye took all the good ones, but I knew better.
After flipping a coin, Hawkeye got to go first.
I put in the cheats, and showed him how to build his house. He made a mansion, with an indoor pool and everything.
After he bought his junk, he made ALL three women fall in love with them, which made the three women hate each other.
"That is so typical of you," I laughed as Nurse Able slapped Nurse Bigelow for French kissing Hawkeye, who was looking like he was having the time of his life.
"It's every man's dream to have this happen," he laughed as Nurse Baker started kissing him.
The call of nature eventually came, so I ran to the bathroom (I also threw up a little. . . Poor me. . .). But when I was making my way back, Frank and Margaret stopped me and forced me to eat chicken soup. Yuck.
After that horrendous event, I went back up to the game room. I paused outside the door. I heard a lot of laughter coming from inside. That couldn't mean anything good.
I walked inside. As soon as I saw what was on the screen, I started howling.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO HAWKEYE?!!" I screamed at him.
You see, for some surprising reason, the Hawkeye-Sim was taking care of two babies (A/N: I know that in the playstation game you can only have four people in a household but lets pretend you can have more, OK?).
And Nurse Baker and Nurse Bigelow were in bed together. And Nurse Able was being chased around the house by a mutant.
"Um. . . It was an accident?" Hawkeye said meekly as Trapper fell off the couch, laughing hysterically. I slapped my palm to my head.
Suddenly Nurse Baker got out of bed (with her skimpy clothes on, Hawkeye had a blast dressing them up), walked up to Hawkeye, and kissed him. The little message, "Do you want to have a baby?" appeared. Hawkeye, eyes sparkling, hit yes.
"Congratulations! It's a girl," appeared on the screen. I collapsed on the couch and sighed.
"So that's two boys and one girl," Trapper gasped as he picked himself up.
Hawkeye nodded happily.
"What are the boys named?" I asked.
"Hawkeye Jr. and Trapper Jr.," Trapper said. I giggled.
"What'll you name her?" I asked, wrapping the blanket around myself.Hawk smiled (it was obvious he was having the time of his life with the game) and typed in, "Vicky".
I was touched.
"My turn!" Trapper sang before I could thank Hawk. I groaned. This was gonna be HELL.
Sorry the chapter's so short! Promise the next one will be longer! Next chapter features Trapper's turn with playing the Sims. Hope ya liked this one! And remember:
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