Part 44: Not To Praise Him

Right, then! Where were we?





Alexa sighs.

: Everyone must eat sandwiches in honor of our brave pilot. LET THERE BE SANDWICHES!!!

: What do you want me to do? Conjure up some sandwiches out of thin air?



And with no further ado:





: To commemorate the occasion, Dr. F would like to say a few words. Dr. F?



uh







: He was a good janitor, strong and true. His sacrifice will not be forgotten.

: 'Sacrifice'?! Wait a second, is this dangerous or something?

: No, no. You'll be fine.



: But I don't wanna blow up...

: Let us mourn the loss of this brave man with a tasty lunch.





So, yeah, Sam's in the big leagues now. No more tourism or petty theft--if Sam doesn't use his Wandolier powers to fill in the gaps between Dr. F's abilities and Dr. F's ambitions, Vic Vector is straight up going to die. No pressure! Right, guys?

: It takes nerves of steel to fly rockets.

: I wanna be a space guy, too!

... really?

: But I don't want to blow up...

Dr. F has already vanished into the diner to begin consuming his celebratory sandwich.



: Sam, I need you to make Vic into a hero!

Oh, sure. Sam will just wave his magic wand--



--and repaint the diner, actually, because that purple nebula stuff was getting on my nerves. There. The diner is now a nice shade of Ketchup. Fitting.



Anyway! Hero! That's right: we're going to do this the cheap way.



Let's talk to Vic about space. If we remind him how neat space is, surely he'll want to go!



Or maybe it will just worry him. Sam sighs.



"No, really, I'm sure the rocket won't explode this time. Ninety-ninth time's the charm, right?"





whoops



Even Sam only has so much patience.



"Eh, you're totally going to die."



Vic bursts out in Sad Essences and... literally drops out of the conversation.

Uh.

Crap.


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Next time on MySims Kingdom: Let's try that again.


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Dr. F is still the best.