You scan the kitchen and find a small fish hanging from the ceiling in a refrigerated room. You hack off a piece of its tail and set it away from the cutting board.
"I normally wouldn't, but this fish tail smells incredible for some reason," it mews. It pads over to the scaly flipper and bites at it.
You watch. You've never felt awkward silence with a cat, but right now, it's hitting you in waves. You interupt. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah?" it manages between chews.
"Do you know Scottie Pippen?"