[Richie jerks away himself, unbalancing and rolling right of the bed, heels over head and then into a crouch on the floor.]
Y-You're a guy. In my bed! That's what happened, but how did you get there?!
[Some guy he doesn't even know is lying in his bed with no shirt on--you don't wear shirts to bed either, Richie, but it doesn't matter because that's my bed--and was just--just--
Is this was being faint feels like? Because it's a strange lightheaded and nauseous sensation and stop looking at his chest, Richie.]