Act 1, Scene 23

"So he was naked..."
"Yes."
"in your living room..."
"..."
"when you walked in there this morning?"
My friend John isn't the brightest guy around, but this was the third time we'd covered this ground already.
"What the fuck was he doing there? And how did he get in?"
At last, we moved past the information in the first sentence of the story I was trying to tell.
"He said that he saw my cat run out the door, and he grabbed it and thought he should bring it back."
"You don't have a cat."
"I do now."
"So, but was the door open, I mean..."
"Yeah, I must have forgotten to lock it last night, or something, because I looked at it later and it wasn't busted open or anything."
"So he's standing there naked, with this cat...did you ask him why he was out walking around naked at 6:30 in the morning?"
"How am I going to ask this guy what he's doing naked? I just wanted him out of the house!"
"And he just handed you the cat?"
"Well, it was struggling pretty good at that point, and he was a little nervous about getting scratched, I guess, so he just sort of dropped it and kind of weaseled his way back out the door."
"Did he have shoes on and stuff?"
"Yeah, he did, actually...maybe he is like, a nudist jogger or something. I'm going to have to drive around the neighborhood sometime, early in the morning, and see if I can spot him."
"Man, that's fucked up."
"Yeah, it was pretty weird. The cat's cool, though. I'm going to call him John Thomas."