Pascal stood on the sidewalk and sighed. “The Creator’s been on modthesims2.com again.”
Nervous studied the house speculatively. “It doesn’t look so bad from out here.”
Shivering, they walked to the entrance. Pascal muttered, “It’s the fourth time this year—”
Nervous gasped, and Pascal looked through the now open door.
A glass-enclosed fireplace stood in the center of the room. Wooden floors gleamed under lush rugs and metallic-blue furniture.
“We’re happy with this one!” Pascal shouted to the ceiling as Nervous giggled and pulled him down onto a couch.
From above, the Creator smiled and closed the modthesims2.com tab.