Before I get into the Creepers, I’d like you all to meet Roosevelt. He’s my daughter’s simself’s son with Skip Broke, lulz. I’m happy to have him because last time my simself died with no grandchildren and I was a sad panda.
Roosevelt: Marry me in?
If you’re good. Anydangwayz, let’s get this party started. It’ll have to be a quiet party, though. I’ve got an awful headache :/