Mytilus: Could you stop that, uncle? I can’t concentrate.
Last time; Balaenoptera became a teenager, Ham traveled in time and maxed some skills, and things kept up like normal.
The band keeps gigging, leaving the kiddies alone to…
…grow up.
Hepatica grows up first, despite the fact that Ham is the elder. I guess I forgot.
Vic: You don’t look well, Astro.
Astro: I think drinking between gigs ain’t such a great idea.
Ew, right on her shoe too. D:
Ham: Yay! Now I can suck blood!
Some red sparkles and bats later…
Ham: I don’t get to keep at least one bat? Lame.
It seems the band has been upgraded in terms of gig locations.
Ham: Lo and behold, sis. I’m more badass than you.
So bad ass that…
She stays with the family. Permanently.
She rolled Kleptomaniac as her last trait, and wants to become the most rich and famous girl there are.
Well, the rich part is already taken care of…
Bronson: I see you’ve grown up into something fine…
Ham: Ya. I know that-…
Ham: Wait! You’re my sister’s man. This is not cool.
And they never flirted again. Phew.
Bala: Hey blue hair man, what’s your name, get your behind over here! Pleeeease.
Hepatica: Bye grandpa. I’ll be moving out now.
Tenderloin: Good luck, sonny.
Talk about forgotten child, I feel bad. But his last trait was Mean Spirited. I’ll put him up for download.
Astro: Okay… That’s one kiddo out and now there’s 3 left, but sis is gonna stay until way after my death so that makes us… how many in the house?
Meanwhile, at some party… Ham is stealing sinks and mirrors. That’s Astro’s job! Quit it!
But that is quickly interrupted when some random old, fat face one decides to die. FFFUUU…
But who is this?!
Ham: Who interrupts my stealing of toilet paper?!
Ham: Oh, a someone is dying. *thinking* Must. Act. Sad.
Ham: So… what’s your name?
Death: Boo for you Tenderloin! You were supposed to die ages ago! >:(
Ham: *Uses vampire power to read mind* His name is just as stupid as his everyday outfit.
Ham: *Uses mind power* Your new name is Chester Schuyler, and you will be mine. Hee hee hee.
His actual name is Lil Bling (what the eff?). I don’t change his name until later, but that’s what I’ll refer him to from now on.
Astro: Death.
Death: Astrotrain.
Old lady: Oh, fat old dead face one, I miss you so.
Bala: I’m getting outta here, before the collective tears from heartbroken people will drown me.
Death: I have a proposition for you, give me what I want, and you’ll live longer than you are written in time to be.
Astro: What’s the job?
Death: I want… your autograph!
Dun dun duuun!!
Old lady: The grief. It’s killing me.
Death: Squee!
Old lady: Oh hey there girlfriend. Wazzup?
Ham: So, Chester…
Chester: That’s not my name-
Ham: YES IT IS! … Are you single? Because I want to reserve you.
Death: And now, you have to take me to the movies.
Ham: Don’t tell me you’re the type of person who likes “your mom” jokes.
Chester: In fact I do. They are awesome. It’s just you who is devoid of humor.
Astro: Silly Death, it was one thing you said. Now make me live longer!
Old lady: I hop that other old man don’t die too. I can’t bear to have my heart crushed twice in one night.
Ham & Chester: >:(
Death: Foolish girl! If you don’t comply then I’ll do to you as I did to a fish in a net one day!
Old lady: *Cries*
Death: I plucked it’s eyes out with my good thumb!
Astro: :O
Mytilus: This is almost better than TV. Almost.
Old lady: :(
Death: Blaaaargh!!
Astro: Alright alright! Gee, Death. Tomorrow at seven.
Death: Wise choice.
Old lady: *Cries, again*
Ham: Yay! We have compatible traits! It means we are soul mates!
Death: *Has disappeared*
Astro: What an ass.
Old lady: Aaaahh! I can’t take this anymore!
Ham: How about we have some fun, ey?
Chester: *Blushes* There’s a girl in the room, if you didn’t notice.
Ham: No worries, she’ll go as soon as we kiss.
Mytilus: Yuck! I’m getting outta here before it gets steamy!
Ham: Told ya. Now how about we woohoo?
And apparently, he wasn’t in the mood. So…
Walk of shame it is!
The next morning, along with some beautiful scenery.
Another try…
… fails.
Ham: Why man?
Chester: I just don’t feel like it. And besides, this isn’t even my bed.
So, another 2 sim hours of the walk of shame. Poor girl.
Vic: Why do I care about someone I don’t know’s death? WHY?!
Ham: Maybe I can dig myself a hole to hide in with this.
Until next time… Ham is up for download.
The Lonely Refinery 
Actually Lil’ Bling is named that way, because he’s a rapper and that’s his stagename.