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"It was two in the morning. I was living in Orange County at the time and was asleep with my wife. My two-year old at the time was in another room. I opened my eyes and there was a naked man wearing my leather jacket eating a Fudgesicle in front of my bed," he told reporters on Wednesday. "I know it sounds funny ... but it was horrifying."
In real life, Cage verbally coerced the man out of the house and then called police.
Just to be clear, none of us doubt that the experience was terrifying. But I think that Cage's main mistake here was the mention of the fudgesicle. There's nothing that is not funny about the introduction of a fudgesicle into just about any story.
But seriously, we appreciate the gravity of it. Very scary stuff, Nic. Very scary stuff.
