[ He nods a silent thanks at Kitty before quickly getting his pants on without 1) showing too much of his ass and 2) getting caught in the zipper. Mission successfully accomplished he moves on to find his shirt and by the time he's got that buttoned he's actually starting to feel moderately okay about the situation. As okay as he possibly could be, in any case. ]
Right. [ Clears his throat. ] They must've drugged us... whoever made the cupcakes, I mean.