Apparently, at some point, Rudolph gets it in his mind that staring at where the damn fridge should be will somehow magically make it appear. When the girl shows up again, it takes him a moment to shift his focus to her. Where did she come from just now? She's fast, quiet...well, that's his perspective at least. More likely than not, it's those damn drugs, kicking his brain with steel-toed boots.<br/><br/>He tried to focus on the words, and he understands most of what was being said; if he wasn't drugged out of his mind, he might even be able to have a conversation with her, but for now, he just gives an occasional nod of his head to acknowledge that he heard her.<br/><br/>When she mentions just what it is, exactly, she has to do, his eyes, possibly glazed by now, just stare blankly at her; or maybe not even at her, but more like through or around her. Why were their gnomes digging holes in the wall? Maybe they wanted to free him from this place.<br/><br/>"Pants off?" he suddenly asks, skeptically. He was pretty certain that he had said more then just that, had mentioned something about this whole thing being insane or this being some sort of hidden camera show or something about the gnomes, but when he looked from the sofa back to the wall, they were gone.<br/><br/>Under ordinary circumstances, the prospects of getting a handjob from a stranger and having her drink his cum would actually revile him. But whatever part of his brain would normally say<em>No! Ew! Gross! Strange. Danger.</em>it was currently ballgagged and had its wrists and ankles in cuffs.<br/><br/>He began making his way towards the sofa, and along the way, manages to hit a corner of the counter. He yelps, and turns around to quickly stare at it, wondering why in the hell the counter would do that to him.  But, thankfully for Willow, part of his brain is working to try and stay focused and together; part of him tells him that the counter can't do that, it is an inanimate object. Still, that damn counter...he's going to be careful about it! Tricky thing.<br/><br/>So, after that two minutes of craziness (It was actually all of five seconds), he manages to make his way to the sofa. It takes him a bit after sitting down for him to fumble with his belt, showing some difficulty in what should be an otherwise easy task.