Gengis Goes On Autopilot
Such a sweet couple, they even share the same dreams!
Shame it's just about their trashy living conditions.
It's Blaise's weekend, so she's going to stick around and go home tomorrow. For some reason, though, she never switched out of her nightgown.
Oh well, it's to Gengis's liking.
Today I'm going to follow a request that somebody made. Just have Gengis take over for an entire day. I won't click on anything or tell him what to do. Of course, only after I cattle-prod Gengis into doing some quick gardening so his plants don't die.
Gengis heads inside and gives Blaise this empty, longing stare.
Okay Gengis. Let's see you sweep your ladyfriend off of her feet.
By loudly crying about your lack of money.
And I do mean loudly.
Wow, Blaise must be the most patient woman in the world.
For some reason, after Gengis realizes that Blaise will put up with anything he does, he starts acting normal. I can't tell if that's some Freudian nonsense or he's been intentionally acting like a freak all along.
Blaise offers some offhand conversation. She--
Wait, your school's bus driver did WHAT to your mother!?
What!? Why would you use a frying pan like that!?
Even if the driver did that, it doesn't warrant you taking a frying pan and--
Gengis? Are you even listening!? Did you just hear what your girlfriend just said!?
Gengis...What are you looking at?
Well, time to sit down and eat three-day-old grilled cheese.
Welcome to lower-middle class.
Okay, maybe this grilled cheese has gone bad in those three days.
Gengis seems to stomach it, though.
Wait, why is she eating off of that weeks-old plate?
Oh! That explains everything!
Blaise is a slob. That's why she hasn't changed out of her sleepwear and doesn't care about Gengis's junkheap of a house.
Show me a better match made in heaven.
No really, show me. I'm getting sick of looking at these two socially maladjusted losers.
I swear Blaise is also a couch potato, too. She asks Gengis to take out the trash while she just watches TV all day.
WHOOPSH
Man Gengis, you sure are whipped.
Stop enjoying being whipped! It's not fun mocking you over that if you enjoy every second of it!
Although I have to admit, it is really funny how the gender stereotypes are reversed in this relationship.
Alright, Gengis sits down and starts playing a fighter.
Wait, why is it a two player game when Blaise doesn't have a controller? The second player is moving, too. That's weird.
Well, ignoring that odd instance, Gengis got an invite to Beverly's new place!
I guess they moved because of Gengis's digger. I don't blame them, to be honest.
Wow!
Sheesh, maybe we should've stuck with the mafia when they have these kinds of salaries.
Okay Gengis, you're still on autopilot. You're on your own, so make me proud.
Okay, fiddling with this sink for an hour isn't making me proud, Gengis.
Gross, some guy just comes running down the stairs and pukes everywhere!
I hope that isn't supposed to tell us how this party's going to turn out.
Beverly! You've gotten...uh...you've...
Well, you're like fine wine. Except...opposite.
What the--!?
You're
still angry about us breaking up!? That was updates ago!
Yeesh, glad to see your vocal cords aren't deteriorating as fast as your bones are.
Looks like Gengis felt like it's time to cut some ties--He and Beverly got in a flat-out verbal battle!
Man, she really got grumpy in her old age...
Knowing Gengis, he's never going to apologize for that little tussle.
Gengis heads upstairs to apologize for that little tussle.
Wait, Beverly...have you always been this tan?
Wha--?
Huh--?
Is EVERYONE stealing Gengis's hairstyle?
This party's getting a bit weird for Gengis's tastes, so he heads home as our old uncomfortably close friend Sinbad hurls right behind us.
Autopilot off.
Yesterday wasn't too great. We had a bit of an unfortunate falling out with Beverly...
It's a bitter moment, but I think it's time we took Beverly's picture down.
Oh well, today's a new day.
All of our plants are ready and Harvestable, except for our super-secret-special plant. All in due time.
Now then...
Where did we leave off?
Ah, yes.
AHAHAHA!
RUN IN FEAR, MORTALS
QUAKE IN TERROR FROM THE UNFORGIVING MIGHT OF THE DIGGER
Oh hey, rocks. We'll sell these later.
Well, Gengis finished digging this hole. We can't use it for anything yet, though. We need to dig a second hole somewhere. So let's head there--
Stipend? What the heck is that?
Oh! It's our weekly pay just for being a ghost buster!
Well, free money's pretty good. Let's spend this on some renovations.
Namely in the workshop. Let's throw a rug down to hide our
shame horrendous flooring.
We also managed to completely design the basement!
What's it for, you may be wondering?
Something special, my impatient friend.
Alrighty. We sold those rocks. That should be enough to feed this entire town of neanderthals.
Speaking of barbaric behavior...
GENGIS DIG, UGH
GENGIS DIG BIG HOLE
Wait, Gengis noticed some weird readings. He couldn't understand any of it, though. So I had to take a peek for myself. Such is the power of autopilot off.
Oh! I know what that is!
Quick, Gengis! Move that Digger out of the way!
Alright Gengis. Time to take a risk. Go down in there and see what you can find.
Just take it slowly, and...
Whoo--
Gengis? Where did you go?
Are you okay, Gengis?
...Gengis?
