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27%

Oscar's Trash Can.

73%

Big Bird's Nest.

1. "I love trash"

 

2. "A nest is just a nest. Much like the TARDIS, the trash can is bigger on the inside! Not to mention it contains that awesome portal to Grouchland!!"

 

3. "I'm an introvert and like hiding. Oscar's got full walls and a lid. What else can a girl want?"

 

4. "Free food. Shelter fo dayz."

1. "Uh, duh. Oscar lives in a trash can. Have you ever been in NYC in the summer? P-U! Besides, Big Bird’s nest is probably soft and fluffy."

2. "This is a 100% stink-based decision."

 

3. "I'm not familiar with Big Bird's nor Oscar's roommate qualities and flaws, but assuming they're neutral, a nest is definitely preferable than a trash can for living..."

 

4. "Garbage is gross. My sense of smell is way too refined to live in trash. Plus nests look comfy af. Bonus if I get a momma bird to come feed me all my meals."

 

5. "Dude, I'm chilling with the Bird. If not just for the fact that the Bird is indeed the word, but also because of the following; No rotting garbage, much more pleasant roommate, I haven't confirmed this, but I imagine the dude can fly and pick up groceries faster than I can. Oscar is indeed a grouch and likely won't share any of his garbage snacks, not that I'd want them anyways. Is this even a contest? Like, who wants to live in a trash can? I know you might say, "but he has a bird's nest, those are messy too!" But he's sentient. I imagine a bird that is aware of the concept of make-believe is able to tidy up. Oscar lives in a trash can. There's no amount of lysol in the world that would sway my opinion. I could go on and on. But I won't, because I only need the reasons I've listed above."