Drunk with Numbers aka Dead247 and I are currently at the amazingly lovely pad of Chad. Determined to go out for a smoke without waking our ever so AMAZING host of ours, we were perplexed at the issue of keeping the door open so we wouldn't have to buzz up for permission to enter (It's a building like in Seinfeld where you have to buzz up for the door to open)

"DUDE... THE COMPANION CUBE" Dead said enthusiastically, as he pointed at my newly woodled companion cube (unfinished, which is why I have yet to make a real post about it). I grabbed it with more excitement than an abandoned kitten who just found some fresh fish bones and headed for the door. We used our ever so lovely companion to hold the door open as we escaped for a break outside.

Just another reason to love your weighted companion cube.

Also... if you pry the elevator doors of this apartment complex open early it's possible to climb out in between floors. So be aware.