James backed away from the man who he thought was Richard but now he was completely unsure. He was different physically and mentally, that was for sure. But the rambling the man was spewing, while completely off the wall and weird, seemed to churn something deep down within James.
Shaking his head, he squeezed his eyes shut for moment as he felt that something begin to rise within him. It was a dizzying feeling, overwhelming and pushing James to tell this man that he was exactly who he wanted him to be. He looked at Richard and felt some level of recognition but no...it didn't make sense.
"No, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Are you drunk or something? You really need to go back to your apartment or something." James took another step back and with less confidence added on, "I don't have your hammer or whatever. I have one for hanging pictures and shit but nothing of yours."