[Autopilot is fine, and their place is cramped enough where the bedroom isn't far off in the distance. It's close enough that they should reach it before Lance has enough ammo to gripe about the cold floor...he did leave his socks on....]
What? Who cares about that.
[Stop.]
I still live here. That's not even the point.
[Try to stay on topic u fool. u knave. He'll ultimately be lowered onto his bed -- the lower bunk, obviously, for obvious reasons.]
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What? Who cares about that.
[Stop.]
I still live here. That's not even the point.
[Try to stay on topic u fool. u knave. He'll ultimately be lowered onto his bed -- the lower bunk, obviously, for obvious reasons.]