Oh my god, if I didn't know any better I'd say you inhaled some shrooms, holy shit. [What does he do when his friend is so tired they're zonked out of their mind? He laughs as he kicks open his door and slips inside. His pokemon look up from milling about with Pyralspite and Snoop fluttering their wings in greeting.

The bed is near, can John feel it calling to him?]

I'm going to do the best thing I can for you. Are you ready for this?