1 Work in David Addison/Agnes Dipesto
"Mr. Addison?" Miss DiPesto clutched the satin sheets around her. "What are you doing here?"
"Me? What are you doing here? What are you doing naked?" He paused, lifted up the sheets around him and made a small, yipping sound. "What am I doing naked?"
"Well, there's an obvious answer, but I don't remember going to the doctor, do you?"