014 - PAJAMAS

Sage  
I admit, since we've arrived here, it's been a bit like finding out Santa Claus doesn't exist, or discovering that Duran Duran lyrics don't make any sense....
   
Sage  
But now that most of us are citizens, we can move into places of our own.
   
Sage  
I personally have burned all my bridges by telling my former Bus-mates
exactly how I feel about them and their body odors.
   
Echo  
Um, Sage...we're staying together. I've collected everyone's first
paychecks to put the down payment on a stately manor.
   
Sage  
What?! Why do we all have to live in the same house?
   
Echo  
Because it's funnier.
   
Sage  
...Well, I suppose so long as I have my own room,
where I can go to be alone.
   
Echo  
No dice. You'll be bunking with Michael Stipe, the
White Spy, and ScottPhisto.
   
Sage  
Why?!
   
Echo  
I think it will be cute.
Wait 'til you see: I bought you guys matching pajamas.
   
Echo  
They're cowboy pajamas. They have little cacti on them.
   
ScottPhisto  
YEEEEEE-OUCH!
   
Sage  
What's wrong?
   
ScottPhisto  
These fucking pajamas! They have little cacti on them!
Help me get these spines out of my butt, bunkmate.
   
The Edge  
At least you guys get your own beds.
   
Bono  
Why would you want your own bed?
   
The Edge  
Shhh.
   
Bono  
Is it because I hog all the pillows?
   
The Edge  
Shhh!
   
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