Showing posts with label extinguisher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label extinguisher. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Sister on fire

Apparently, Sims can't be trusted around fire - at least mine can't. There she was in her brand new basement, dabbling in invention on her brand new Scraptronic Workbench... and before she knew it, she managed to set herself on fire!


Fortunately, her sister was close by, taking the fire extinguisher for a walk  - or whatever the hell she was doing carrying a fire extinguisher around with her! (don't ask, I've given up myself after all this time playing the game!)...


But as fortunate as that might be, it seemed to take forever to put out the fire... which got me thinking if big sis was having a little fun of her own as she operated that providential weapon of ass-fire extinction... It's just that halfway through the painful process, the clumsy inventor wanna-be was already looking like this:


"Give us a hug!" was the first thing on the charred sister's mind as soon as she saw herself out of that ordeal. Burned to a crisp and certainly not smelling like roses (no matter what the "hero of the hour" is thinking...) she ran to her sister's arms to express her gratitude and undying admiration.
She seemed to be extremely thankful rather than fuming over the enormous amount of time it took her sister to put her out... I mean, she was fuming - but only literally.

Saturday, 29 May 2010

When breakfast goes horribly wrong

Meet the other twin. He's unlucky - among a few other things.
As a matter of fact, he woke up today feeling especially unlucky but still insisted on making pancakes for breakfast...


(for once, he'll be the one taking the first step in trying to patch things up with his sister after making so much fun of her last night - at least his heart is in the right place!)


Unlucky people should come with restraining orders to prevent them from ever approaching appliances like... I don't know... kitchen stoves? The trouble is that he's a little insane, too - so he doesn't know better and can't really be blamed for most of the trouble he gets himself (and others) into.
Even so, he's got two perfectly good eyes in his head and he sure can see trouble coming... just check out his uh-oh expression:


Just as he was about to flip them, the pancakes caught fire! And along with them so did the frying pan and the stove!!!
By now, his sister has developed a kind of sixth sense that alerts her to the kind of situations that always seem to occur  when he's innocently going about his business... In the blink of an eye (even before the smoke reached her bedroom), she bolts from her bed and gets to the kitchen in a flash - just in time to yell "Quick, grab the damned fire extinguisher before the whole kitchen burns down, you dimwit!!!"


It's a good thing that he was able to ignore her insult and get the extinguisher working... Under normal circumstances he'd only return a nastier insult and stand there - but the heat is making him uncomfortable and he feels compelled to put the fire out... and then he just gets really excited and keeps aiming the thing at everything in sight (at this point, his sister fears for her life and wonders if she wouldn't rather have died in the fire!)


Eventually he comes to his senses (and the fire extinguisher is now depleted...). His dismay is clear in his sagging shoulders: he is left with no more fire-extinguisher-fun... no kitchen stove... and no breakfast.
His sister is now worried that he'll just set something else on fire so he can have some more of that fun. Maybe it's time to get him out of the kitchen and take him out for pancakes...

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