Wacking the stranger above you with a fly swatter, he scoffed at the man. Continously wacking him with his weapon until he got off of you. "Get off of them!" he would squeak. admittedly you've both were a little out of it-- though you were competely drunk. The man above you was creepily trying to take advantage of that. Not to worry though, your best friend Todd- had stormed in beating off the man with his fly swatter. Which was a sight to see as he began to shoo the other out of the house in general- everyone pausing and watching. "who even invited you?-- don't come back here."