“Isabelle, you’ve been making sounds even Bigfoot would be afraid of. Are you okay?”
“Yeah… ughh… I’m fine.”
“Did you eat something bad?”
“No, just… oof, too much spinning.”
“Well, at least you’re not pregnant.”
“Ohmigosh, like that girl in our dance team?”
“Yeah. She is, like, such a slut. She’d woohoo anybody with a dick and five simoleons. What is she even doing at San Myshuno Prep, anyway? You think her tuition is paid in the bedroom? Maybe if we had, like, some video, do you think that’d be enough to exchange for an A in Simlish Lit?”
“Ugh! That is such a gross mental image!”
“I know, right?”
“She probably has, like, 30 STD’s!”
“So gross, right?”
The Sims of San Myshuno 