Me fred and sarah stand around the control panel. And apparently, it's like a sitcom, I say. Who am I? the comic relief character? Fred asks. no, nah, We're all background characters. What!? no, I'm definitely the comic relief character. Every single one of us is a fucking background character. Besides comic relief characters usually have hidden depression, I say. You don't think I'm depressed, Fred responds. Sarah cuts off this awkward conversation; How have we not noticed we're in a simulation? I mean, I guess it's not like we have SIM gems floating over our heads. Actually, there is one I point to above her head. What the fuck!? how have we not noticed they're there!? Wait? Why would we have The Sims game if we're sims? We'll haven't you seen how sims play sim spin-off games in the sims 4? I respond. Fred snaps in a finger gun. Good point. Ugh, this is stupid, sarah says. I'm out of here. Out of where!? it's not like we can leave the simulation. We're just a bunch of pixels, I tell sarah. whatever, I'm gonna see if I can get out of a pool without a ladder. Anyway, what are the cool things we can do? fred asks. Uuuhhh We can- what the fuck!? we can make people pregnant. How would that work, because like.... oh, maybe it's like a jesus situation. Ooh what's that button? Fred asks. It says "cure for nerves" I read out. When I press the button, a screen appears showing the local theater's audience but completely naked. Okay, i'm starting to think the developers of the simulation are just perverts. And Sims fans, fred adds. Yeah, let's just combine that and say they're rule 34 artists that like to draw Sims porn.