azaya | Beetpoot: 2.2

Greetings, Beetpoot fanciers and friends! This time I have for you an unusually short update, and a related tale of woe.

Originally this update was on the longer side. But while I was organizing the pictures, tragedy struck: I moved them into a folder, and then deleted that folder, thinking I had put them somewhere else. By the time I realized my mistake, it was a full two days later and I'd already emptied the recycle bin.

I was able to recover about half the pictures, which was great. Unfortunately the other half were irretrievably corrupted, so the update is only half as long as it should be, and accordingly it's a bit disjointed. Whoops!

Anyway, last time:

Teacup became a big girl
Karolina and Philomena were wed
They then each birthed a bebe

For example, Penelope here.

She's four hours old, and her hobbies so far include being smelly and chewing on doll feet.

Here's the other bab, Hectorina, playing with her eldest sister.

Teacup: It am'st me.

Heck takes the most dangerous route to the bathroom. I hope it's an emergency.

Hectorina: You betcha. Gotta practice if I wanna make the high school swim team in ten years!

Karolina: Why! You absolute charmer, you.

Karolina: I CANNOT HOLD BACK FROM YOU. CATCH MY BODY.

Philomena: How did you change skirts in midair like that?

Karolina: Invest in smooches.

Philomena: you never answered my skirt question and now you're SITTING in a CHAIR??

Philomena: I wonder why Penelope's still so smelly. I changed her diaper!

Who's to say?

Hectorina: This fried rice tastes a little off.

Imagine.

So this is the more or less perpetual state of the house. Munchiebot brings new food the instant the old food goes bad, and I can't have anybody clean except Karolina, who has too many other responsibilities.

Karolina: like making creatures in the spore creature creator

Oh, good, you threw that old diaper out.

Philomena: I did! Would you believe THAT was what was stinking up the room? It smells much better in here now.

Philomena: Nope, absolutely nothing stinky in here anymore.

Mhmm.

Teacup: Let me die. Or, better yet, kill me.

Philomena: You're doing good work, Munchiebot. We need more heroes like you.

Munchiebot: *hovers, like Philomena's arms*

Hectorina: The smell can't get me if I stay in here and hold my nose!

You know shit's dire when the grody bathroom is the least smelly corner of the house.

Karolina:

Philomena:

Army of containers: *molders*

Hectorina: Oh hey. Happy birthday or whatever.

Penelope: Thanks! Can I have some of that?

Hectorina: No.

Penelope: Ooooowhee! Is that me?

Difficult to say, considering your surroundings.

Penelope: I mean, that can't be me, right? It's too robust.

Hectorina: Try changing clothes. See if that helps.

Penelope: Great advice, Heck! Thanks. As soon as I put on my nightgown and held my nose, the smell vanished.

Partial credit for being physically in the bathtub, I guess.

Hectorina: Tea-tea, do you think I can be a bat when I grow up?

Teacup: Methinks the odors of this house might drive mine little mind batty long before then.

Philomena: Is THIS what's been smelling up the house? Well, I'll fix its little wagon!

Penelope: Oh, thanks, Mom! I've been baking this loaf for days.

Karolina: I have conceived a wickedly genius idea.

Is it to clean up the rotting takeout containers?

Karolina: No. It's to ogle my wife.

Philomena: Ooo Miss Beetpoot ooo~!

So suffused with joy by wifely attention was Philomena that she immediately cleaned up exactly one Chinese food container.

Heck pitches in, apropos of nothing.

Hectorina: And I have two cleaning points, so you know this shit's getting out of hand.

Teacup: I'm will hibernate with mine little nose tuckéd beneath mine foot, until the stink is no more.

Karolina: Same. *snore*

Karolina and Philomena: What a fine opportunity for some coitus!

Munchiebot: Hey Moms I brought pizza, is this a bad time?

Apparently it wasn't.

Philomena: *chew*

Philomena: Too many candles, weird old bloodstained books, artifacts of ominous energy strewn about... I... I think my wife might be a witch.

Karolina: Well, dadoy, Phils.

Where are you taking the smart hat, Karo?

Karolina: It's not witchy enough.

That doesn't answer my question.

Karolina: ...SO, I'm putting it by the cauldron to let it absorb some magical energies. You didn't let me finish.

Philomena: *practices for Simstagram*

Hectorina: Hey.

Hey.

Hectorina: I grew up again.

👍

Hectorina: Gonna paint myself a world without food rot.

Or you could put 'em in the garbage.

Hectorina: You can't make me clean on my birthday!

It's an ISBI. I can't ever make you do anything.

Munchiebot: Hey guys I brought birthday dinner

Karolina: invest in air fresheners

Thanks, Munch, more Chinese takeout is definitely what this house needs.

Karolina: What the hell, Munch? I wanted pizza! I said it four times!

Philomena: hello reader 8D

Philomena: Karebear, you left your empty Chinese container on the table! We can't have that.

Philomena: I hope that container doesn't burst out of the trash and come for me in the night, seeking revenge.

Since when were you sick?

Philomena: Since we started living in ankle-deep filth, probably.

Penelope: *continues to misunderstand the bathtub*

Hectorina: Hmm, I seem to be getting all damp in the front... but how?

What are you doing?

Karolina: Getting clean twice as fast. Doy.

Hectorina: Hey Mom :) Any chance we could do something about the house :) It's super gross and stinky :) :) And you're the only one with more than two cleaning points :) :) :) :) :)

Heck makes a valid point, although Philomena is too zonked out to hear it. However, it gave me an idea.

Brian Ng: What're you doing with that? It looks like a robot, or maybe a nightmare.

Karolina: Mind your business, Whisper's Real Dad.

Karolina: Ohohohoho! A robot servant. It's genius. I'm a genius.

Karolina: I dub thee 'Mr. Handy'.

Mr. Handy: BU͘T ̧MOTHER KA͞ROLI͏NA,͢ I ̷AM͠ ͟A LAD̛Y..͜. AN̢D̵ ̨I ̸H́A͝V̨E NO̷ ̀HANḐS..͢.

Karolina: Yup. 'Mr. Handy'. It's perfect.

Karolina: Whomst, and furthermore, where'st, the fuck?

Mr. Handy: S͜U̸R͡E͡L͏Y ŢH͜E ̴LO̸BSŢE̵R̴ ͟C̢ÀN͠ ҉BÀKE̷ IT͏SȨLF̀

Penelope: Wheeeeee!!

The lobster could not bake itself, but somehow Karolina finished it, fire-free, with her two entire cooking points. Then she served the lobster and went to bed.

Hectorina: Where did this come from, why is it rotten, and what am I supposed to eat now?

Well, I'd say 'scrambled eggs and bacon', but Mr. Handy seems a little confused about that.

Mr. Handy: T͜H͡E̸ŚE EG͘G͏S̵ WILL҉ B͝E ҉EX́Q̀UISITEL͠Ý SMO̵O͞T͢H

Hectorina: Made m'self some strawberry milkshape pop tarts. BUUUUUURP

Penelope: It's my birthday again!

And, thanks to all those lost pictures, the first clear look we've gotten at your face. Excelsior!

Beetpoot: 2.2

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