Jane Green sat on a park bench in the golden pixel sun. She was finishing an article on gerbits.
"Flart," Jane mumbled.
"Shoo flee?" an unknown voice asked. It was Max Hill, Simtown's weatherman!
"Araganda, arriba chandler!" Jane exclaimed.
"Ooo shanga day?" Max approached Jane with caution, as if she were a vicious rattlesnake.
"Boobasnot," Jane retorted as she scooted away from Max angrily.
"Kabuna?" Max snarled in a conceited manor.
"Firby nurbs," Jane began, "Ribby wibbs, koomeba." Jane slammed her laptop shut and rose from the bench, bringing out her phone to make a call.
"Nicloske ga gloope," Jane told the phone, "Firbs." Jane strode away in her high heels, kicking up dust into the offended Max Hill.
(To Be Continued)
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"Shoo Flee": A Sim Short Story
Non-FictionSul Sul! this is a short fanfiction that tells a tale of two sims purely through Simlish dialogue (based on a true story)
