Soap Opera Weekly: Who's room was this first?
Dylan Fergus: I was on the show first, but the room became ours together. It used to belong to somebody less important. When it became ours, we sat down and discussed what we wanted to do. We're relatively low-key guys.
Adrian Wilson: We're good roommates. We pulled good lots here.
Fergus: When I first found out I was sharing a room, I became a diva. Agents, managers, publicists and the guy on the corner heard about it. But it turned out to be cool. Normally, you come here, disappear into your little room and memorize your lines. It's kind of boring. Now, we have a nickname for the room: The Frat House.

Weekly: You've got tunes and the tube, but where's the Sega or Xbox?
Wilson: Well, we wanted to keep the main focus on business, but we're not done in here. We've still got a couple of ideas. We're going to spruce up that wall with little shelves...
Fergus: ...and hang the television from the ceiling. To demonstrate how "business" it is, we have this table so we can sit and work, and Adrian has his thong hanging up in the corner. [Fergus is actually referring to a piece from their "fan wall."] We have little things to remind us that we're here to work.

Weekly: What's the craziest thing you've gotten from a fan?
Fergus: Syphilis!
Wilson: Touché! This is why we get on, because we share a very unique sense of humor. The strangest would be the pictures some of them send. They can be scary. It never says, "Give me a call," but the number's always scribbled at the bottom.

Fergus: Do you have one? Let's call her right now. He makes these jokes and then he goes home and measures his pile of fan mail with a ruler. "Yeah, baby — 14 inches!"

Weekly: How about you?
Fergus: This girl always puts glitter in it and writes with a glitter pen. I love her letters.
Wilson: Unbelievable. [Pulls out a letter.] Is that her?
Fergus: Yup, this is it! She's so sweet and sends great letters. It's wonderful to get fan mail, because you know somebody's out there. Sometimes people write things like, "I love it in that show on Feb. 24. You and Fancy did this and you looked at her like this. It made me feel that you were really thinking this." That's totally sweet. Somebody got into it. Fan mail's terrific. Then, every once in a while you get something and you're like, "Come on, guys."
Wilson: The most disturbing fan mail you get —
Fergus: Is when you can't read it. That's scary, because you never know what they're saying.
Wilson: Yeah, but it's tough when their life story is heart-wrenching and they're writing to say they love my show.
Fergus: It's my show.
Wilson: There you are.
Fergus: Some people are going through crazy stuff. I guess it's good for them to have something like this show to go back to and say, "Well, my life's pretty crazy. It's going to get better hopefully, but you know what? I'm not a demon and my house isn't getting devoured into Hell right now."
Wilson: I, unfortunately, have got to go. Good luck. I'm leaving you on your own recognizance with this man. Play nice!
Fergus: Bye, Dad.