Tim was rapidly realizing that there were too many people living in the apartment.
At first, he thought that his father was just throwing one of his crazy death parties. There were so many Sims that the small residence was practically overflowing with people. His mouth hung agape that morning when he realized that he was now one of eight people living there. This made the cockroach situation even more urgent. He was able to call the exterminator when he saw Jim with construction tools.
"Uh, dad?" he questioned, "What are you doing?"
"It's a glorious day, my son!" Jim replied with glee, "Our glorious God Kevin has inspired me!"
"Okay, but what are you doing with drywall and hammers?"
"I've built a test chamber."
"Oh, fantastic!" Tim was relieved to see his father indulging in his hobbies. "Take me on a tour."
Jim clapped his hands and showed his son the small chamber. Technically, they weren't supposed to modify the building, but neither Tim nor Jim were on the lease. They wouldn't be held liable by the Landgraabs. The tiny room contained a treadmill. Jim explained his plan to have one of the male roommates do nothing but run for as long as possible. He was curious to see how long the strapping young adult would last, so he installed a window looking in from the bedroom. They could watch what was happening from the foot of the bed.
The unsuspecting man happened to wander into the chamber to check out the exercise equipment. Jim quickly locked the door behind him, sharing a giggle with Tim over their new prisoner. Soon, the man was exhausted, but kept running, desperate to appease his captors. He cried due to his misery. His wails could be heard from across the hall. Their entertainment was interrupted when Urp pounded on the hallway door.
"Hey neighbors, could you kindly keep it down? I can hear one of you bawling and it's really souring my mood."
Unsure what to do, Tim assessed the situation. Everything in the bathroom was broken, likely contributing to the noise. The kitchen sink was also broken. He wondered if it could all be repaired. However, he was also craving time with his beloved dad, whom he was still concerned about. He sighed. It was time to have a discussion with his father.
"Hello, my son," Jim responded enthusiastically, "Isn't our new life great?"
"Well, I love being here with you . . . but everything is broken and the neighbors are complaining about our test subject crying his lungs out."
"You've got a point, buckeroo."
"Maybe we should at least repair the broken stuff."
"Eh, we can do that later. Right now, I need to keep taking notes on our test subject."
Tim sighed and watched his father enter the bedroom. It seemed that today wasn't the day that things would be reasonably livable. He'd have to deal with complaining neighbors. He'd have to deal with water being everywhere. With nowhere to wash dishes, they would surely pile up. He'd do anything for his papa, so he settled for trying to clean up anyway. He started in the kitchen, taking a wrench to the sink, getting water sprayed all over him in the process. He grumbled constantly, but eventually got the job done. After a change of clothes, he mopped the floor and cleaned the dirty dishes, only to have the sink break again. Tim shouted bad words in front of the crying toddlers. One stopped bawling, fascinated by his newfound vocabulary. He repeated the swear word and ran excitedly to his parents to tell them all about it. They were horrified.
Having finally managed to repair the sink (hopefully for good this time), Tim retired to the bedroom. He always slept next to Jim. He didn't mind; he craved the company of his weird father. He could keep a better eye on him if they shared a bed. His dad's sleep apnea and dinosaur snores worried him. What if the strange man died in his sleep? He wouldn't let that happen. This was why he wore glasses when he slept, but not while he was awake. Nighttime was the time when his father needed the most supervision. His glasses would enhance his sight.
Tim peeked into the test chamber from his male roommate had re-entered the test chamber, having been unable to find food. He simply couldn't think of anything else to do. He snuck a peek into the bedroom window, taking in the odd sight of a father and son sharing a bed. At first, he didn't realize that the door to the chamber had locked behind him. Once he realized, however, he gave in and accepted the situation. Our glorious God Kevin had had some mercy and bestowed a shower for his use. All the man did was shower and work out. That was the one thing he still had control over: the choice between the shower and the treadmill, and by the Gods, he was going to exercise it.
Morning came, and Jim and Tim took a selfie together, ignoring the cries of the man in the test chamber. The plumbing in the bathroom had been repaired, but one of the female roommates was playing in the trash from the cleanup that happened in the room. Tim shook his head as he did the dishes all over again. He could see that there was no hope for the family that he and his dad had invaded. He tried to comfort the sobbing mother, but to no avail. The fact that Jim was trying to flirt with her certainly wasn't helping matters. Jim looked hurt by the rejection. Tim discreetly watched the older man sniff his armpits. He decided to rescue the poor woman by making conversation.
"Hey, dad," he began, "Have you ever thought of getting a house?"
"I think that's a great idea! I could build more test chambers!"
"I'd love to see that. Do you think we could give these people some actual beds?"
"I don't know about that. I don't know if I'm that kind."
"But dad, you could keep them as slaves! They'll be much more productive when they're not tired."
"You make an excellent point, and it's not like we wouldn't have the room . . . alright, I'll think about it."
Jim got to work immediately and showed Tim listings for houses in Oasis Springs. They had both always loved the neighborhood. It was a fine rural community in the desert, far away from the nosy police officers of the city. They could experiment on as many people as they wanted to there. Tim's idea of having slaves could be carried out! Their belongings were immediately packed, and they left the hustle and bustle of the city behind.