Synopsis: Big Carl submits his tape recording assessment of Jarrett’s house and family.
Excerpt: “Alright,” Big Carl whispered into the recorder he was hiding underneath his jacket. “I’ve entered the property and first impression: if this restaurant fails, we’re never getting that forty grand back. I mean, this place seriously reeks of lack of funds. Look at this place. There are at least 10 sims inside of here and as far as I can tell, no bathroom. There’s barely a place to sit.”
Stinkpup suddenly rushed past Big Carl, his fur brushing against his shoe.
“Llamas! There’s a dog too and he seems in quite a hurry. In fact, he’s about the only one here who is.”
The tape rustled as Big Carl slowly maneuvered his way through the tiny room, assessing everyone inside. Indistinctive chatter could be heard in the background.
“These sims don’t even have expensive items for collateral… and their taste is excruciatingly tacky. Honestly. Hakim would never even want to steal this frog rug.”
