tank grunt – The Sims of San Myshuno

“Hey, I was thinking a lot about what I said this morning, and I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have said those things, and I’m really sorry.”

“Aw, dad…”

“This isn’t an excuse or anything, but… what was going through my head when I said those things were, well, things my father had told me. To tell the truth, he was kinda off his rocker when it came to aliens.”

“Hehe.”

“Yeah. When he told me and your uncles about alien abductions, I had a hard time sleeping for weeks. I thought I grew out of that fear over time, but I guess that kinda sticks behind.”

“Yeah, mom told me grandpa thought some crazy things.”

“Uh-huh.”

“But you know what? I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“That’s… good to know.”

“And even if you were, I still love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“Tank! How could you say those things to our daughter!?”

“I’m just trying to be realistic here!”

“Realistic, my ass!”

“Well, then, tell me! Tell me what we’re going to do if some… alien sperm gets in the pool! She could impregnate the whole damn team! People– ignorant people will call her a slut! Or worse!”

“The only ignorant person I see right now is you, Tank!”

“Hey, I heard your cousin Connor is on the local swim team now!”

“Yeah, but lately he’s been looking really stressed out. I don’t think he’s fit for any athletics right now.”

“Hey, uh, maybe if you need someone to take his place, I could?”

“Cadette, sweetheart, you’re not serious, are you?”

“Dad, times have changed. You can’t discriminate against girls in sports! Heck, even if you could, Cadette doesn’t even really act girly.”

“… See?”

“No, it’s just… her parts are… different.”

“So this is about me being a girl?”

“No, it’s just… You’re green!”

“Tank, honey…”

“Wait, what? Because I’m an alien?”

“Woah, dad! You can’t just say that!”

“I’m done. I’m… leaving.”

“Hey there, Ripp. Resting like a good boy?”

“I don’t really have to, but it keeps Tank happy.”

“Hey, honey. Glad you two are getting along.”

“Well it certainly took some trying.”

*smooch*

“Hey! Get a room!”

“You know, Tank, I can’t remember ever hugging you before.”

“Honestly, it feels kinda weird.”

“You know what else feels kinda weird?”

“What?”

“The fact you named your son after Johnny. Heheh. That’s one way to apologize for beating him up when we were in high school.”

“No, it’s Lucy’s father’s–… You know what, I’m telling Johnny you’re delirious.”

“Hey, I was just joking.”

“Sure, sure.”

“So, can I ask, has it ever occurred to you that a lot of the shit dad told you not to forgive me for wasn’t even my fault?”

“Um, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I haven’t talked to the general since Johnathan was born, and even then it’s been just small talk.”

“No! When we were kids, dad said not to forgive me for anything.”

“And you think I’d hold a grudge for every little thing I can’t even remember?”

“Yes!”

“Ripp? Are you feeling okay? Johnny said you had a fever last night but I can barely understand what you’re on about. Maybe you’re getting worse?”

“I had my throat gutted! How do you think I feel? And now you’re pretending you just conveniently forgot everything dad told you about me!”

“I really cannot remember, I swear. It’s not like I said it never happened.”

“You don’t have to have said anything. You’ve shown enough.”

“Ripp, I wanna ask you: do you really think I’d visit you just to fight like this. I don’t think the general would even want me here, let alone let me talk to you. Everyone’s been worried about you, Ripp.”