"You get away from me!" you scream to a shadowy figure on the stairway. But the figure keeps walking towards you, into the light. Your eyes widen in horror as you see who it is, what it is. It is Garfield the cat.
"hello it is me. Garfield the cat." He waves vaguely. You are in too much fear to say anything back to this monster. "I think it's about time we started collecting pool cues for the poor." He says. Then something inside of you tells you that this is something Garfield would ever say. Where is the terrible punchline? You ask yourself. Why is he not eating or talking about food? Why is he not complaining about something? This is not the Garfield you know and lo-hate.
"What are you." You say finally.
"Garfield the cat."
"Nooo. No you are not."
"I am Garfield the cat." Something about him changes but you don't know what.
"Just tell me-"
"Garfield the cat. I assure you that is who I am." His eyes are now whirring. Spinning fast out of his head like a screw. You think for a second that they are going to fall out, but they don't. They climb out of his skull like eyeball-headed snakes and turn into beautiful eyestocks.
"Those sure are some beautiful eyestocks, Garfield!" You say.
"Thanks! lol." he says. Then you go eat at dennys or something.