Part 67: 2Spoopy4U

After a quick change of clothes, Sam leads the parade to the boat. We're off!



To Spookane!



: Oh, Buddy. Spookane is just a name. I'm sure it's a very nice place.

: No way! It sounds like it's full of ghosts and zombies and hummingbirds!

: Well, maybe, I guess it could-- ... wait, hummingbirds?!

: They're vicious predators! You gotta watch out for 'em, pal! They strike without warning!

: ... I don't even know what to say to that.

Speaking as someone who has a hummingbird feeder on the front porch: Buddy is completely correct. Those little fuckers will divebomb you like nobody's business.

Anyway! Shortly thereafter we land in Spookane.





: You ready for this, Buddy?

Pause.

: Buddy?









: Allergic to GHOSTS?! That doesn't even make sense!

: Don't make fun of my medical condition!!





Sam goes over and makes an effort to cheer Buddy up. After a bit, it works.

: Alright, Sam. For you, I'll try to be brave.

Aww.

: You can count on your ol' pal, Buddy! Let's go!

Buddy leads the way down the dock, but...









: Guys, this is Goth Boy. He was just about to welcome us to this new land.

Pause.





Lyndsay turns to Goth Boy.

: Why do you call this 'Nowhere', Goth Boy?

: Because there's nothing good here. At all. You might as well get back on your little boat and go back on your pointless journey.

Oh, I like you.

Goth Boy glooms off to be gloomy somewhere else. Lyndsay glares after him.

: What?! 'Pointless?!' That guy needs some serious cheering up. Sam, maybe if you talk to him you can get him to open up a little?



Well, we can only try. Goth Boy is standing outside his house, alternately sobbing, sighing, and slumping. Somehow Sam resists the urge to tug on Goth Boy's eyebrow ring and strikes up a conversation instead.



Poetry cures depression, right?



Sam reads Goth Boy a poem. Goth Boy seems to like it, cheering in a glum sort of way.



... I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that Goth Boy would prefer bats.



Sam pulls out a bag full of bats and throws them into the air. This works well! ... where did he get those?



Hooray! Do you like haiku, Goth Boy?



Nope.



Sam again tries to show off how awesome his own poetry is, but Goth Boy is no longer having any of that. He refuses to talk to Sam further, exploding in Sad Essences.



Sam tries talking about the hopelessness of Sim existence.



In a strange, backwards sort of way, that's... a success? Sam talks to Goth Boy about misery, which seems appropriate, and Goth Boy starts paying attention again.



More bats are thrown. I guess Sam just carries a couple of bags full of bats around at all times.



So, is it villanelles you like?



Nope!



Well, fine, if you're going to be that way, Sam is going to discuss Roland's quest at you!!



Take that! Yeah, I'll just bet you're bored again.



In an attempt to make Goth Boy stop being bored, Sam shows off. Goth Boy is saddened by this vulgar display.



... okay, fine, you got me. Life is meaningless. You happy now?



I guess so!



So Goth Boy doesn't like Sam's poems. Read me one of yours, Goth Boy.



Goth Boy complies. Sam cheers, and...



Hooray!


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Next time on MySims Kingdom: What does Goth Boy have to say for himself? And did his mother actually name him 'Goth Boy'? Does he even have a mother? Maybe he was birthed by poetry.


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Video: Forcing Goth Boy To Socialize
Bags full of bats!

Unfortunately there's a nasty sound glitch in the raw footage of the opening movie, so no videos of that. Boooo.