^{I've never played Sim City, so this is based around The Sims instead.}

"Badish!" He says as he shakes my hand. The papers have all been signed, and the property is officially his.

It's a quaint little house: one bedroom, one bathroom, and a little kitchen/dining area which just barely fits the counter top and enough room for maybe a plastic table and some fold-out chairs. Not a bad dig for maybe a kid fresh out of university or something, but for a family of four... nigh impossible, especially in a culture that's so opposed to sharing beds. They'll be falling all over themselves and running into each other and furniture all day. Barely room to breathe, let alone navigate two grown and two growing Sims.

"Dag dag!" His wife says, waving as they walk out the building. Their kids have a little scuffle at the doorway: Suzie and Scott try walking out at the same time only to stop, circle around, and stomp their feet at each other.

"Blursh, meshaloob!" They whine at each other. I can easily imagine them doing the same in their new home, but maybe one of them will really need the restroom or the other will really need some food and then...

I can't help feeling a little guilty for selling them the house, but it's not like they didn't know what they were getting into.

"Flart!" Scott shouts.

"Jamoo!" Suzie whines.

It takes them a while to make it out, and I can't help just shaking my head at them. I make a note to check in on them in a week or so- it's not really in our company's policy, but I just can't in good conscience let them trap themselves in that tiny house.

But I barely have time to pull out my agenda when they all come running back in the building. "Sul sul!" The man greets me enthusiastically, waving despite being next to me. He offers up the papers and tells me that they've come upon a motherlode of money and they'd like to sell.

"Whippna choba dog!" His wife interjects, pointing at the five bedroom, four bath lake-front property.

Kaching.