Oh sure. That building totally fits into the neighborhood, no problem.
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Parker entered with some hesitation, right on the heels of the bartender.
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She seemed even less impressed when Parker changed into his Formal outfit.
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I call it “The Hank Venture.” (Whoops – I guess I need to recolor the neckerchief.)
First I had him investigate the basement.
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He found some interesting stone coffins which seem to be empty.
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Then he followed a staircase leading upwards to… a creepy spot behind the building. Letdown.
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Back inside the building, upstairs he found a penthouse club being guarded by a Very Large Bouncer.
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Even though Parker asked nicely, the bouncer refused to let him in.
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Luckily, Parker was able to sneak past the bouncer! While thinking about cake, apparently. (I do that, too; randomly think about cake.)
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The bartender seemed to recognize him as being “that dork from the lobby.”
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Parker was getting pretty tired at this point. Suck it up, kid! This is the big time!
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While he sipped his fancy mixed drink, I panned the camera out to the balcony and proceeded to make myself dizzy peering over the edge.
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I’ve been playing the Sims games for a decade, and there’s never been anything like “heights”!
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Parker looks so tiny, napping on that couch way high in the sky!
Then the club closed, and kicked us out, and I sent Parker home. Somewhat anticlimactic, I have to admit.