It’s not the fact that you woke up in your friend’s sex dungeon, it’s the fact that your friend has a sex dungeon.
"I know you’re a little freaked out waking up like this, Mike… and I’m really sorry about the drug in your beer, but you were being kind of an asshole at the party last night. All that shit you were saying about fags and queers and stuff… that wasn’t cool, Mike… those guys were my friends, too… you really need to learn to keep your mouth shut, bud. And just for the record, it wasn’t my idea to slip that rufie into your beer… I didn’t even know they’d done it until you were passed out on the floor… they wanted to take turns fucking your ass, but I wouldn’t let them. But we did all agree that you needed to be taught a lesson… a few lessons about respect. If you’re gonna live here and be my roommate, then you’re gonna have to respect me, respect who I am, and respect my other friends. Now… I’ve got two weeks before I’m hosting another party here which means that I’ve got two weeks to instill some manners in you and get you properly trained so that when my friends meet you again, you’ll be more accepting and open-minded…"