I keep them to myself. Do not keep your simoleons to yourself.
Starting off Day 3 in a new way: collecting gems.
And our first visit to the criminal hangout. Stealie’s wished to join the criminal career track, but all we can get from the hangout is some bell peppers harvested from the yard. We go back to the park for the
victim donor of the day.
“I had to see your ridiculous butt the other day. I want compensation!”
“I am so sorry. Here, have this large amount of $9.”
“Well, today I’ve had to look at your ridiculous pants.”
“Sorry. Here, have another $3. Will that do?”
Where are you looking, Stealie? Ahem!
Zelda Mae says, “Three simoleons? Nah, a small amount is more like $8.”
Molly French: “No no no. Small is $2.”
Dustin gave her a microwave meal, which she ate at the table with only one chair because of you know who. Standing nearby was Cornelia, who may have been thinking that she’d end up picking up after Stealie again. (See Day 2.)
Cornelia: “Hey Stealie, I’ll give you $1 if you throw out your trash this time.” We took the cash, don’t remember whether we threw out the trash.
See Christopher Steel in the background there? A day or two ago, we interrupted his fishing in order to mooch from him. This time, we interrupted his reading. He wanted to go back to reading so much that he gave $4.
The clock hit 7pm when we were still at the park. But there are too many people around for us to swipe. It’s a sorry substitute, but we go mooch off of Tuesday Sears (whom I’ve never seen before in the Sims 3, as far as I know). Still, $2 plus $9 pale in comparison to all the potential stuff we could be looting from the park!
Iliana Langerak, the lady sitting at the picnic in that pic, refused to give us a small amount. But then she gave us $35, our largest mooch yet! Coincidentally, that brings us to a devilish cash balance of $666. Mwahahah!
Since there were too many Sims milling about, we switched over to residential looting. We were just about to enter the Andrews house when Beau came home. He followed us!
…but no! The game says we can’t steal any more today! Huh…okay, go home. (I later realized that we couldn’t steal that night because we had already filled our quota shortly after midnight, almost but not quite 24 hours ago.)