Last time Sage dumped Susie and ran off to the future with Milk Dud and bedded several women.
The second they arrived home from the future, Tory called to welcome Dud home.
Then the birthday notifications started pouring in including Tory to YA and Almond Lace and Vanilla Chip to teen.
Then I realized that we had just two or three days until Dud hit YA.
Now that they were home, Sage has decided that he wants to get married again. Good thing Sophie and Fiona are back home too. Both are now down from romantic interests to best friends, so he met up with Fiona first.
Fiona: “Bitch, your photo bombing my moment! Move it!”
Sage: “Don’t mind me, I’m just gonna nom your lips off.”
Fiona: “I don’t even think so, Buster.”
The picture must have turned out well.
Fiona: “Now impress me with your flying skills.”
Sage: “Now? It’s freezing out here!”
Cold or not, Sage was having a blast and didn’t want to stop.
Fiona dutifully watched.
Fiona: “Well done!”
Sage: “I know.”
Since it’s like the future never happened, he goes in for a first kiss.
Then a quickie with the jetpack.
They had a blast.
Fiona: “What are you doing now?”
Sage: “Just hold on. You’re gonna love this.”
Sage: “Told you so!”
Sage wished to marry Fiona, so we can pretty much say goodbye to Sophie.
Okay…if they ever stop smooching anyway.
There we go!
Dud had spent that whole time catching up on his sleep. Boring!
Wedding day morning dawns, and moodlet manager was used on the household.
Vanilla Chip showed up.
As did Almond Lace.
Dud: “Wedding Day! I can’t wait for mine!”
Sage: “What is she doing here?”
Sage: “I invited the kids, not you. Leave!”
It was annoying trying to have a wedding with Almond getting heckled left and right.
I gave her a formal makeover.
Fiona: “Yay wedding!”
Hey, get in there and watch!
Dud: “It’s wedding #3. I doubt they’ll even notice that I’m not there.”
Fiona: *still excited*
Sage: “You ready, hon?”
Fiona: “This is your last chance to back out, Sage. Once this ring is on, you belong to me.”
Fiona: “If I put it on, you will die a horrible, squishy death if you even look at another person. Got it?”
Fiona: “You better realize that this may be marriage 3, but it’s going to be your last. One way or another.”
Sage: “I’m only going through with this because there is cake.”
Sage: “And endless woohoo!”
Dud: “You don’t really see me here pretending it’s me and Tory up there.”
Sage: *gobbles face*
As soon as the first married kiss is done, Fiona pulls a fast one. She immediately thinks of Tory!
I pull up Dud’s friend list and use it to zoom to Tory.
Tory was at the beach thinking of Fiona! It was so shocking, that he fell off in the freezing water.
Sage: “It’s all about the cake!”
Fiona: “If you answer that phone, I will end you!”
Everyone is getting ready to bum rush the cake!
Fiona runs off with her cake and sits with that tourist that Sage had to flirst with last chapter.
Sage goes and hides in a corner.
Then runs off to work. I guess the new no maternity leave mod I just put in also stops the marriage time off too. ha!
Fiona: “Yes! I married a Tart!”
Which he was on his way to do anyway.
He is pulling a D at school, so I used his one interaction to have him do extra credit homework.
Umm..Hi? Who are you?
Marion: “I’m Marion. Marion Dwyer!”
Where are you going?
Marion: “To my dad’s house. I want a bedtime story and he wants to pillow fight!”
Meanwhile, I send Fiona off to join the military career and get her permanent makeover done.
That is so unexpected. Fiona, way to stay Klassy.
Marion: “Hi, Dad!”
Sage: “Say what? You are not one of my kids, little boy.”
Marion: “Oh hoho! Yes, yes I am! Mom said that you should have kept your pants zipped in the future!”
Sage: “What lies! Who is your mother?”
Sage: “A son? An almost grown son?”
Sage: “I suppose you want to come inside the house?”
Marion: “Thanks, Dad. Can I have a bedtime story too?”
Sage: “Um, sure. I guess.”
Sage: “..and the old man had no clue that you could go to the future and bring back little boys. The End.”
Sage: “I still can’t believe it. I hope she doesn’t get too angry when she finds out.”
Fiona: “I can’t hear your thoughts, I am busy dreaming about kitties.”
Why are you still here? Get home!
Dud: “I got my grade up to a B and tomorrow is my birthday!”
Dud never went home, good thing he owns the resort, right?
Random stalkarazzi died on the lot.
The next morning, Marion was gone before anyone got up. Good thing too as Fiona is a bit inappropriate in her clothing.
Then I could only sit back and watch this happen. I was quite shocked!
Dipshit Sage had no freaking clue and he nailed her in the bot station too.
Then the evil old hag took out the sandbox! BOO!
I think the maid got cancelled or something. None of the bots have the cleaning chip either. Ew.
As per the usual, IT got abducted yet again, but this time I didn’t use it as the header pic. I thought the scenic one from the future too pretty.
I saw this and had to order the maid back.
It’s so disgusting that Sage started to clean up.
Hey, dumbass! Why aren’t you at work?
Fiona: “Because I can do what I want when I want…and I don’t want to work.”
Dud: “I really need a makeover for my birthday tonight.”
That doesn’t look too bad at all. Good job, mirror.
Fiona: “I’m home from work everyone! Eww, this place is disgusting.”
I find it highly amusing that you put on your work clothes to come home when you didn’t even go today.
Fiona: “Just shut up.”
Then the maid showed up and started to clean. Then Fiona the buttwipe struck.
Fiona: “Yo, Maid! Wanna hang out!”
Sage: “You were hired to clean. Get out.”
Sage: “Why do I have to put up with this crap?”
Replacement Maid: “That stupid cow! I can’t believe I had to come in for an emergency house cleaning on my day off!”
And we end our update with another fun time in the bot station.
As of now, there were no fails this update and only one last update. Sage is still winning in the point department (-30 vs. -60), BUT Angel Food had insane locked in. The only way to get a Sage heir at this point is if I have another dual generation, but have them in the same house or if Fiona is expecting, we see what her offspring are born with.