"Stop," begged our sims, in anguished unison: their pixel faces weary, gaunt with despair. "For the love of God, stop. Stop with the plants. We don't even have the AI to appreciate them. Those moodlets are a lie. All we want is to make it to the toilet without 76 routing errors." The cruel builder grinned down at them. "What was that, guys? Come again? Did I hear APARTMENT WITH GREENHOUSE?" And the sims wept. Softly. Alone, in their goregous penthouse. [use MOO. art by #fruitloops40 #mags6002]