Full House (again)

I want you to meet my new flatmate: S. - Very cool, very funky and totally gay. He moved in last week and brought with him at least 10 embroidered cushions, three or four throws for the sofa, some cigarette smoke and some annoying habits.
"How are you?", I say entering the kitchen and almost stumbling over a pair of shoes. No need to ask whose! Anyway, I rush to the sofa to secure my place - now that there are five of us, someone has to sit on a chair. Hehe, not me tonight! "So - you are from Switzerland, right? What is the capital of that?" What? "Oh yes, what is the capital of Switzerland?" the others join in. I don't really know if I should feel just shocked or happy that they show at last some interest. No, they assure me, they have never heard of Bern. I don't care and go on talking. When I show them my army knife they get all excited. With a diva-like gesture, S. then asks critically: "But I mean - you do have other weapons, don't you?"

PS: I thank my Fribourg people for the parcel and the lovely card! To keep you updated, there is a new element on the right hand side: The Advent Calendar you sent me!