“Hey, I’ve been thinking. Do you think we could visit Luthor? It would be nice to meet my stepson, right?”

“Lillian, dear, he’s simply not worth our time. He had no interest in being the Bigbucks heir, even when he was my son. I don’t have much time left, anyway. Why waste it on someone who only causes disappointment?”

“But…”

“Please, dear, he’s not worth it.”

“I still don’t see the harm… Why don’t we flip through the phonebook and at least invite him to see the twins?”

“Absolutely not! This conversation is over!”

“Okay, then. Forget I asked.”

“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?”

“Ohmigosh, an ElectroDance Sphere! I’ve always wanted one! My dads would never let me, though. It’s ‘too dangerous,’ apparently.”

“Wow, your dads are, like, so lame.”

“I know, right? This is so fun!”

“Wooo! Go Isabelle!”

“Wheeeee!!!”

“Yeah!”

“Look! I’m upside down!”

“That is amazing! I can’t even right now.”

“Wait! Wait! Stop the ride!”

“No, no! Keep going, you chicken!”

“Whew. So that’s what they mean by ‘seeing stars.’”