What? NO! That isn't right!
When is your lower half due?
Half-Preggers was one of the attendees of Cleetus's lame party. Another was Hailey Shepherd, who kept giving him flowers, then got offended when he tried to flirt with her.
Cleetus: Thanks, but you don't have to shove them up my nose, really.
Cleetus: So, wanna get married?
Hailey: Um...no.
Cleetus: Then what's with all the damn flowers?!
Cleetus: Hey there bb. I love cat sweaters, too.
NO! Just... no. She can't have legacy babies.
Cleetus: So babies are the only thing that matters?
Yes.
Hailey: Look Cleetus! I got you more flowers!
Blue-shirt: I want flowers!
Hailey: So... Cleetus bb, what's your bed like?
No. Wait. Okay.
But she didn't even want to go sleep in Cleetus's bed. Noooo. She wanted to pillowfight with Blueshirt. And Cleetus, you are a sad excuse for a man. I thought most men wouldn't sleep through two women pillowfighting in their bedroom. Jeez dude. You need babies!
As Cleetus has been doing well in the podium polishing field, I redid his kitchen. He wanted a man cave. I told him to get back in the kitchen and make me a sammich.
Cleetus: FREEEEEEEEEBIRRRRDDD!
Freebird: Yeah, like I haven't heard that a million times.
WTF is this thing? It reminds me of the statue that they put in the Ministry of Magic with Muggles in their 'rightful place' and whatever. Except, ya know, with animals. Roosters are the shit! Down with horses!
I forgot what this lady's name was, but she is very important to the story. Her last name is Fox, though, so I'mma call her Foxy. Foxy is one of Cleetus's coworkers -- the only one who actually likes him, even! Only thing is... well, nothing! She's great, right? Wrong. You'll see why later.
I think Foxy is a bit of a redneck. See here.
Cleetus: I'mma punch you right in the knockers.
Foxy: I DARE you.
Cleetus: *backs down... she's as BAMF as that raccoon...*
Soon enough, they were getting lovey-dovey.
Foxy: You must be a Taurus. I dunno... you just look like a cow.
Cleetus: You're so sweet, Foxy.
Foxy spent the night at Cleetus's place, where I gave her a much needed makeover. Things were starting to get pretty heavy.
And the next day, Cleetus proposed.
Cleetus: Will you marry me?
Foxy: If I wasn't a Sim, I might not, but since I have no concept of fugliness, SURE!
A few days later, since they have no friends and I couldn't really get Cleetus to make any 'cause he sucks, they got married, him in his slobby clothes and her in her panties.
