To start, Carl got the piss scared out of him by ghost Onyx.
Carl: Hey, that's a shark! But I didn't pee so NICE TRY-
Sangria: *zzz* Tha's nice dear.
Tommy: Uuuh, OK lemme try. Begone, thot!
Onyx:...Y'all are pathetic.
Rivella: Grim! Thank God, I've been hyping this up for days, it'd be really embarrassing if you didn't come today.
Sangria: Oh no! Not my darling mother! Who could have seen this coming?
Kezia: Bitch please you never approved of anything she did. And she told us it would be today. AND if you cared you could have put on clothes. Like damn this is disrespectful.
Grim: Shut up and let me work.
Grim: RAH - no, definitely dead.
Sangria: I mean there's definitely more thorough ways to-
Carl: What, you think Grim has a heartbeat monitor?
Sangria: Maybe he should.
Gimlet: WOW this is the stupidest debate.
Kezia: Hey assholes stop jabbering, I'm off too!
Vermouth: Are they done yet? I'm seriously lagging out here, and I want breakfast.
Kahlua: N - wait, just heard the Kezia thump, there we go.
Vermouth: What's with all these plates?
By the way Vermouth is an insider with the Social aspiration. Haven't really worked on it cos...he was sleeping and now there's grandparent deaths happening.
Vermouth: So. Heard you took my grandma and Aunt in the same morning.
Grim: All in a day's work, kid, 'tis the natural order of things. If you;'re gonna try to swear revenge or some shit, don't bother!
Vermouth: Do I look stupid to you?
Grim: Must I answer?
Vermouth: Hmmmph...
Carl: Show must go on, I s'pose. This is new though.
Maybe not the best time to introduce laundry to the house, but them's the rules. Seriously, it's written in them. So do laundry, Carl.
Carl: So the clean clothes won't just...appear anymore? Shucks.
Gimlet: I really am feeling Grandma's loss already. She was really good at providing chess tips for playing against the voices in your head!
Kahlua: Once again you guys neglect your responsibilities.
Carl: Not now Lua, it's two dishes and your mother is already upset.
Sangria: More just...empty. I mean my mother was an evil person.
Carl: Well she did retire from murder a long time ago.
Sangria: That wouldn't hold up in court.
Anyway the reason I put off Vermouth's makeover is because Lua was due to age up anyway. Here she is having a (very sad) birthday.
Kahlua: This one's for you, Grandma Riv! ...And Kezia too I guess.
Carl: *sigh* Death does aggravate the robots...they wonder why we don't simply Switch the corporeal to metal!
Kahlua: Oh whatever I grew up CUTE!
And looking a lot like your dad. The boys look a lot like San facially so I'm glad Lua got Carl's face.
She also grew up a Klepto so I gave her Chief of Mischief as an aspiration.
Tommy: Hey I think I got a disease off these puddles-
Where did those come from?
Sangria: Now my kids don't have a grandparent in their lives!
Tommy: Right cos you appreciated her so much while she was alive - ooh, dizzy.
Kahlua: Yeah fuck you lady I...don't have the energy for this.
Hailee: I'm more insulted by your failure to insult me than I would've been by the actual insult!
Kahlua:...Wha?
Salvador: I'm looking for some clues into my alien heritage-
Kahlua: Sigh. A purple one? It'd be my Great-Aunt Grenadine you're looking for.
Hailee: I mean seriously, at least get dressed before you go round talking smack.
Gimlet: Homework on this sad, sad day? Cry freedom! I reject - ooh wait, false alarm. I know the answer.
Awww my lil nerd.
Sangria: Oh Tommy, let me cry into your soft fur.
Tommy: Put me down woman! What's with the quick turnaround on your feelings?
Salvador: That cloud looks like a spaceship, say do you have the address for your great-aunt-
Vermouth: Whatever, dude, I'm in it for the friendship points. Look that one looks like...white fluff.
Salvador: They all do.
Salvador: The way I've been treated by this family is deplorable...REBELLION!
Sorry dear they're in mourning.
Gimlet: A sadness potion...base ingredient, cat piss! Grandma would be so proud...
This is making me think of little Rivella on the chemistry set D:. She was kind of my favourite.
Gimlet: Wait what? Now I'm not even original...*sniff sniff*. There's got to be more I can do!
Just wait until your teen birthday, boy.
Kahlua: I'm dressed now, bitch! How do you feel about that?
Bradley: What are you TALKING ABOUT?
Salvador: Rebellion, rebellion baby!
Sangria: So it's definitely wrong to have favourites, but-
Vermouth: Ooooh, I see where this is going...no problem at all, Mother.
Sangria: I mean, you're like a mini-me. So sweet and kind and good.
Vermouth: Absolutely :)
He's the only kid she's ever got a sentiment for.
Bradley: Oooh you brazen little brat I oughta...not assault a minor, but-
Kahlua: Use the anger, old man. I bathe in it. I eat your tears for breakfast.
Bradley: You'd DRINK them! And a lil girl like you isn't gonna make me cry!
Kahlua: Wanna bet?
Vermouth:...Honestly Mother, the only thing I could fault you for is letting her raise us.
Sangria: Your grandma was very good with her children...even if she was...
Vermouth: A pretty bad person, all things considered.
Sangria: See, you get it.
Tommy: I'm gonna getcha!
Pepsi: C'mon, stop with the tag nonsense and let me inside! I wanna check on my old online dating profiles!
Tommy: Woman you've been dead so long that your daughter's also dead!
Pepsi: And I still got it, so what's your point?
Carl: Hey look, I made it to forty and I still look good...right San?
She's asleep, it's 4.30.
Carl: Ah well, nothing to worry about.
Kahlua: Grandma made these pancakes...she wanted us to be happy, even if she did hate the world. One more remnant of her, gone.
Sangria: You are the one eating them, dear.
Gimlet: No, you shut up! I'm not going to blow up my bedroom, so saddown, hush!
Kahlua: You guys should seriously take him to a specialist.
Sangria: Ah, no worries. It's a family trait!
Carl: I'm too sad anyway.
Kahlua: You never seemed THAT close to Grandma and Kezia-
Carl: You guys forgot my birthday!
Gimlet: Hiss! Not important!
Sangria: -Tommy stop squirming, I have an exam and I'm reaaaallly stressed-
Tommy: I don't care, you're taking away my powers.
Sangria: The power to what, put a hairball in my shoe again?
Tommy: Yes!
Gimlet: Ensorcelled! Trapped! Grandma help!
Kahlua: Just kick your way through it, nobody cares about these stupid deco bushes. I don't care about ANYTHING-
Gimlet: Wow chill out edgelord!
Kahlua: Hey, I'm a teenager, this is my thing now.
Tommy: You only hate me cos you ain't me.
Vermouth: With a room that small? Please!
Tommy: This whole house is my room.
Vermouth:...Damn he rite tho.
Sangria: Even the most devoted family-woman needs a break to grill and then stress-eat an entire plate of hotdogs! Results are almost out!
She had nothing to worry about. Shame about that one D-grade last semester, but we're still closing out with an A, which is pretty good!
Graduation tomorrow.
Carl: My beautiful, graduate wife. I knew you could do it sweetie.
Sangria: Aww, Carl! I knew I could do it too!
Vermouth: Blech.
Bobby: ...Why is this kid still staring at me?
Gimlet: This entire place has bad vibes. Too loud. My head doesn't like it.
Sangria: It's OK, sweetheart. Truth be told, I didn't even wanna come.
Bobby: Ugh, yeah Lua. Kinda just wanted to sit on your couch and see if we could make out or something.
Kahlua: You WHAT? I am a lady! Do you only see me as a piece of meat?
Gimlet: Ooh, fighting! I already feel better!
Carl: I wish you'd've let us stay at the festival, San. I wanted to prank people to celebrate my birthday.
Sangria: Aw c'mon, I've got a better celebration planned. That's why we're in bed in underwear.
Carl:...Let's do it then.
Sangria: I'll get rid of that grumpy face in no time!
Kahlua: This is exactly how I wanted to spend my night. Doing this stupid circuit board project and doubting the intentions of my only friend.
Nighttime...
Tommy: *cough, wheeze* HELP MASTERS I am suffering, suffocating!
Sangria: I should write a book about a dragon. A nice dragon. Unthreatening eyes.
Carl: Fucking police you're never gonna catch me.
Nicola: Hmmph!
Dunno what she's mad about but that's a good impression of the painting.
Nicola: MY painting. They have all forgotten their history.
Kahlua: Ugh, fuck getting woken up by some old ghost - what is that idiot cat doing now?
Tommy: Fire the LASER!
Gimlet: You're both making breakfast? For moi?
Carl: Nah I'm just vibing.
Nicola: Trying to beat this naked fool in skill. Though, I won't really have to.
Carl: That's what you think lady.
Gimlet:...Nah never mind I'm having leftovers.
Carl: Darling why are you brushing our cat?
Sangria: Because he hasn't been brushed since we got him, Carl. Between babies, homework and my mother...but now? Too much time on my hands!
I gave Carl an adult makeover. Kept the hair cos it still fit him.
Honestly he needs to graduate soon, he's looking like the dang professor.
Sangria: Oh my God am I raising a mini sexual predator?
Hope not.
Sangria: Well he's way too young for that. I'm way too young to have kids in relationships-
Your adult birthday is pretty soon, dear.
Sangria: Damn and I thought I was graduating too late in life.
Becca: Maths is just really hard.
Other lady: I'm glad this ain't my future.
Sangria: Guess who got a degree and a job as Fan Favourite, Tommy?
Tommy: Idk if that's actually a title-
Sangria: Well it pays $280 an hour!
Tommy: *whistle*
Yeah so she gets to start at Level 8. We don't really need the money but it's still cool.
The shade in this job description.
Sangria: Excuse me I am an artiste!
It kind of makes sense that she has a fanbase, considering she's been writing for a while.
Sangria: The teenage embarrassments do not count.
Tommy: I have locked this door with my mind and he's never getting out.
Carl: Tommy please I have CLASS!
Tmmy: No you don't.
Carl: The other class! Like I actually have to go learn-
Sigh.
This kid came home with the boys and Vermouth needs social skill so...
Kimberly: You could start with letting me in your house, y'know.
Vermouth: Right! First up on the house tour! My grandma's room! She and her friend's urns are locked in here to prevent their spirits escaping. Mummy says it works.
Kimberly: Oh lord I should have just gone home to babysit. Wash my hair. Idk.
And then Vermouth abandoned her to take a fucking BATH.
Kimberly: Eh, well this dead lady had good-ass mods on her rig.
Sangria: What are you writing on those forums - Kahlua Sutherland! Why are you insulting the writing of aspiring authors?
Kahlua: I mean look at it, Mum.
Sangria:...
Kahlua: See?? I'm doing them a favour. Gotta tell this guy to keep his office job.
Sangria: Yeah, let em have it, Lua. Yikes.
Kahlua: That shithead Bobby called asking to come over.
Calr: And you told him where to stick it, right?
Kahlua: He's coming in ten minutes.
Carl: Right. Well he is your only friend.
Kahlua: Thanks Dad.
At least she has one. The boys aren't so lucky. Vermouth has time, but Gimlet...
Gimlet: What are you taking about? Me and Sparky are tight.
Cleaner-Bot: Not after the chemical dye you spilled over the bath. Took a lot out of me.
Bobb: Yeah Lua I was a dick. Forgive me?
Kahlua: I do like it when you beg.
Vermouth: Wow Mum! You graduated and started with a crazy-high salary! I would love to reach your heights one day, dear mentor!
Sangria: I do like it when you praise me.
She's more like her family than she thinks.
Lux: What? I always knew any kid of Rivella's would need help. That leftovers selection is a travesty.
Vermouth: Wait! Le gasp! What if Mother is in that bathroom? Gimlet's called me Oedipus too many times!
...You didn't even go in.
Kahlua: :D Bobby does know some good memes, and he suggested a store for lax security I can go nuts in!
Gimlet: Lol you absolute simp.
Kahlua: Shut it or you'll be simping for the ground you little brat.
Sangra: Oh...life can be so fleeting, Gimlet. Becca from my graduating class has just passed away.
Gimlet: Oh how curious! What was it? Cowplants? Pools? Doin' it?
Sangria: Interesting reaction, and how did you-
Gimlet: Lua and Granny Riv told me stories :). So what was it? Emotions? Temperature?
Sangria:...Old age, Gimlet.
Cleaner-Bot: Filth detected. Filth detected.
Sangria: Sigh. Is this my husband's idea of a prank? I love him, but-
Cleaner-Bot: Bitch no, wash your hair!
Speaking of Sangria's husband he's getting ready to graduate also.
Carl: Well, if I pass these exams. You gotta help me out, I'm freaking out here.
Sausages:...
Kids came home. Gimlet is the only one with an A, unfortunately, though the other two have loads of time to catch up.
Kimberly: Right. One more chance for an essay written and two sticks of gum. Let's see this. Vermouth why are you in the bushes?
Vermouth: Ah...just sniffin' roses.
Kimberly: Vermouth please, I don't really care about botanicals. Can we discuss, idk, anything else?
Vermouth: But Kimberly, how could we live in a world without plants?
Todd: Is this Gimlet's house? He told me the address of an abandoned factory...
Kimberly: Maybe I am hanging out with the better brother.
Vermouth: Nice I'l take that!
Kimberly: Well don't, dillweed.
Todd: Hey just 'cos I'm green!
Sangria came home early to age up. Dammit.
Sangria: You can't stop the passage of time. Although I'm writing a book-
Vermouth: See her concepts really are interesting.
Kimberly: Talk about something ELSE, VERMOUTH-
Sangria: This is actually giving me a headache, son get some game.
Vermouth: I'm trying.
Kimberly: Well you ain't gonna play with me.
Vermouth: Not even on the home jungle gym?
Kimberly:...Fine, rich boy. Dammit, the appeal of that thing is too much.
Gwendolyn: Lol what is going on here?
Sangria: I don't even - wait whose kid is this?!
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