Chapter Forty-One: The Perfectionist’s Imperfection

Burglar: You know, I don’t think I’m even going to bother going in this house. I’ve got a bad feeling about it.

Because there are about four sims with the hidden Can Apprehend Burglar trait inside?

Burglar: Most likely, yeah.

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Chapter Forty: Bartholomew

Shhhhh, be very quiet and don’t wake anyone! Finally, after days of chaos and wonky sleep schedules, the Creeper household is dark and silent at night. It’s almost eerie to see it this way, but don’t worry… It won’t last long.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Y Chromosome?

Ahhh, the invigorating smell of fresh update! I think the new Creeper maid, Harley Sears, would agree there’s nothing like it.

Harley: It’s like heaven! I offer you this stack of freshly laundered shirts to celebrate your updating victory!

Why, thank you! But I don’t deserve heavily starched, cube-shaped clothing, really. It’s been over two months since the last update D: Sorry, everyone!

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