"Whuzza?" He slurs as he awakes with a start, quite sore not only from the strange sexual experience that his brain was trying to inform him about, but also from the position in which he had slept. A series of grumbling curses saw him standing up, reclaiming his pants rather sheepishly, and pulling them on. As his brain reported to him what happened while he was drugged, he just went into denial mode. Nope. Didn't happen. Not at all. This is just a fucked up dream-inside-a-dream and he's going to wake up, soon. Soon. Any moment now...<br/><br/>He then became aware of the TV and it being on, hazily focusing on it, even as his body demanded he get water; all that sweating and out of control body temperature had brought on the beginnings of dehydration in him. But, of course, it'd be too damn much to ask for there to be a bottle of Poland Springs around here with his name on it.<br/><br/>It did take him a moment to notice when the words changed, as he was rather disturbed by the females on the television. When he<em>does</em>see what it's telling him to do, he goes wide-eyed and sputters nonsensically, before managing to get a word out, colored with shock and disbelief. "<strong>WHAT!</strong>" Short, simple, and loud.<br/><br/>He whined, as the loud outburst had hurt his dry throat,  as he stared at the screen mutely.<em> Oh god. Oh god, what the fuck is this place, and what the fuck am I doing here? </em>He thought, weakly, to himself.