That’s right, folks, everyone’s favorite clown is back! Boppo! Since we last left clownboy, Boppo’s life has not been going well. Which is saying something since the last time we saw him I was drowning him in a swimming pool. I was kind enough to restore the game and give him a ladder out. And I even fed him – lots of Chinese food and pizza, cause it’s healthy, and causes massive amounts of garbage if one, say, does not happen to own a trash can. (Click to enlarge)
So garbage started piling up, which attracted flies and roaches that skittered all over the house. Sure I could have just gotten that cheat that kills Sims right away, but where is the fun in that? I really wanted to see Boppo’s misery for a while first.
How would he go this time? Would the hamster in the smelly cage get hamster bite fever and bite him? Would the flies swarm him? What about all that spoiled food on the floor? Surely he wasn’t going to eat that days old green, moldy piece of pizza . . . yes, yes he was. Oh oh!
If you read the little bubble over his head, you’ll see the game is letting us know that poor Boppo has food poisoning and just needs some rest and he’ll be just fine. So naturally I took away his bed. And the sink. And the shower. And the toilet.
Cheer up, Boppo. I mean sure you’ve been puking for a while, but at least you haven’t suffered any other ill effects . . . oh, wait.
So dear Boppo lives in garbage with his Montezuma’s Revenge. I wondered how long it would take for him to die of this. Turns out – days. During this time, Social Worker came and took the toddler and Boppo cried for a few seconds before nagging me for a shower. Sheesh. If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
He also wanted to rest, and yet his bed had somehow disappeared. Also, the chairs started vanishing as well. Boppo tried to sleep standing up. I woke him up. He fell on the ground. I woke him up again. But I am not a cruel monster. I gave him food. Sure, it was spoiled, but he wasn’t starving! Wee Wee the poodle was also fed well – you know how dogs love garbage! He wet on the floor and then drank it. Wee Wee you silly dog!
Boppo was really living up to his name. He was sadfaced and close to death. But first, our clown buddy plopped onto the floor and went screaming yellow bonkers. Ever seen a clown have a nervous breakdown before? No? Well, you’re in luck!
Luckily for Boppo, a shrink appeared out of nowhere, hypnotized him, and suddenly he was no longer quite so nuts. I felt a little bad for him then, and gave him back his sink and toilet. Which was awesome, until right after this, he dropped dead. A neighbor stopped by and observed.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any wackier, Death appeared and zipped Boppo up, or I’m guessing down, to Clown Hell. But then he curiously hung around for a while. And took a pee in the toilet. No, seriously.
So, another death down, how many to go? Only time and the reaches of my insanity will tell. So everyone say bye bye, Boppo.