You can all crash on my couch. All this bickering is unhealthy. So let's just have a huge party instead and you can all crash here. Right here. Sleeping bags are in the corner, and the fridge ice maker's kinda broken, but there's a shitton of booze over there if you want to make something. I think there's, like, ginger ale in the side door and maybe some Sprite or something sorry, I didn't know so many people were going to show up.
Really, though, the coolest part is the fort. There's tons of pillows labeled GeoHotz and Sony and we can have a rad pillow fight in a bit. The fort's made out of all my really good guest sheets (okay, the roommate's and she's gonna be pissed if they're all fucked up), plus the couch stuff with all our bed crap (y'know, the pillows). So, please, treat the canopy right. If this whole fort collapses, it's gonna totally suck for everyone in it, but it's going to be even harder to remake it.
Love you guys... Sleep tight, and keep the noise down, okay? We're all dorks here; no need to wake the neighbors with debates about stuff - at least not right now.