And Terry has a pensive moment. (Will the money he earns from from busking be enough to keep him in sequins and cigarettes?)
I also gave one of the models, Seraphina, the new S-club skin. It’s lush.
I had a half-baked idea to do a photoshoot with Jake the Butler modelling some outfits from the new store set, and because Kristin was very enthusiastic about this becoming a reality, this post is dedicated to her. Also because she’s awesome.
On his way to the spa to get a massage. Tasty Terry has tight tendons.
My hunch about the Bowlerama proved correct- it turned out to be the perfect place for Terry to Perform for Tips, and the ‘crowd’ didn’t even realise that setting his hair on fire wasn’t part of the act!
So I realised the best and busiest place in my game for Terry to Perform for Tips was probably going to be the Bowlerama because it’s pumping day and night. (unlike the Festival lot next door, where even the food merchants don’t bother to show up anymore!) But first I had to give it a bit of a makeover, but not before slapping some of Simbows’ dazzlingly rad patterns on the walls. And if you remember the chickens that were living on the Bowlerama’s roof, they are still there and doing fine, and their poop is providing really wonderful fertilizer for the roof garden. (And I’m sure it’s a total coincidence that 99% of the dishes on the menu at the Bowlerama cafe contain chicken.)
Terry is perspiring a little after all that activity so he visits the Festival lot bathroom to freshen up. Then this happened.
Terry: *under his breath* DON’T MAKE EYE-CONTACT, TERRY. DON’T MAKE EYE-CONTACT…
And if using the urinal right in front of Terry wasn’t enough, Fürchtegott then left without washing his hands.