It rules over all the creeping things of the neighborhood, but it doesn't want to.

"Hello, world! I sure had a good night's sleep."


"Wait a minute...it's not morning, it's evening. And everything is purple. And my face has turned to pudding."

And lo, God said, "Let me make a sim in my image, after my likeness," and she did, and it was somewhat accurate*.

* Sim may not look accurate.