Dear Little Sim,
Please stop waving your hand at me and pointing at your mouth, it's rude! You have no one to blame but yourself for being hungry. I didn't tell you to throw your half roasted fish in the fire and run off to take a bath, which, incidentally you didn't need. The park Wedding facility is banned to you, stop wasting fish!
Now, hustle your little pixel buns over to that sign and catch another one to roast. Come on, chop, chop, get to it - MARCH!
"To the left, to the left, to the left, right, left, right...Company, halt! I said halt, halt, HALT!"
Oh for crying out loud... *sigh*
Well, at least you'll smell nice at your funeral.
Frustratingly Yours,
The Watcher