God I'm gonna be sooooooooooooooooooooooooo gay man. Hang one of those flags from my window I don't even fucking care. Though boobs are good too. Women are pretty. Guys are great. I want all the things. Is there a flag for that?

[Pratt's sexual identity is: yes please.]

Yeah your room is probably better, in case I wake up super hungover and like fall onto John. Squash him. [There is no way he's not hungover tomorrow.]

You're the best Sharky. Love you in a non homo way. Lots of homo but not with you.

[Oh yeah, it's time for the drunken love fest of Pratt reciting his platonic love for Sharky the whole way back to his room.]