Inhabitant
When Sam and Freddie got married, they decided that it would be easiest just to move into the empty apartment on the third floor of Bushwell Plaza.
And as everyone soon found out, these two were certainly…unusual inhabitants.
At any given time, some one could walk past their door and hear the couple's latest argument or Freddie's cries of pain.
Sam had gotten one of her mom's ex boyfriends to rig the doorknob so when someone tried to enter they received 500 volts of electricity. Of course, she didn't tell anybody this until Spencer tried to visit her and Freddie, and wound up on the floor.
Every Monday Lewbert had to deal with a huge delivery of meats to last Sam the week. He would rant and rave as the deliverymen carried ham after ham through his lobby.
And nobody could forget the time Sam locked Freddie out in the hall in his boxers.
"You guys, I can hear you from my room, you know," Carly had told them one day. "Have you ever actually carried on a conversation at a normal volume?"
"We do talk at a normal volume," Sam claimed. "Maybe you just have keen hearing."
"Besides, it's impossible not to yell when you live with this one," Freddie pointed out. "You want to know what she did to me while I was sleeping? She glued me to our bed!"
"How did you even do that?" Carly couldn't help but ask.
"It's easy; Freddie sleeps like a rock," Sam shrugged. "All you need is three tubes of superglue."
"You know, traditionally, husbands and wives are supposed to be pleasant to each other," Carly said, rolling her eyes.
"We are pleasant to each other," Sam said. "At times. Right Freddiwich?"
"Yeah, I guess," he grinned.
"Oh my God, gross!" Carly exclaimed, as her best friends exchanged a kiss.
