"Three dogs are put in a room," Warren says, and the rest of us hunker down.
"An architect's dog, a doctor's dog, and an actor's dog. Each dog is a given a pile of bones and told they'll be given one hour."
Chatt blots her lips as Warren continues. "The architect's dog arranges his bones into a Cape Cod saltbox house. The doctor's dog arranges his bones into separate piles by species. The actor's dog --"
"Hand me that eyebrow pencil?" Karen says.
"The actor's dog eats all his bones, fucks the other two dogs, and asks to go home early."