She's just got a really strong union.

It's a sim. It likes the room or it feels your wrath.
But that is strange. Perhaps he's just a creep who gets off on bathrooms.
Who are we to judge?

Personally, I prefer to think that a giant purple monster went and ate their brains. Or at least what was left of them.
It's better than having a realistic conspiracy to consider.

What do you mean you don't appreciate his lovely, drunken cries.

Delete the DJ booth from the lot is things get drastic.