*John Arbuckle enters his bedroom on a violently stormy night, the power is out. He hears a raspy voice from the far corners of the room*
"I'm sorry John, I can't let you live like this anymore. I think it's best for us both if you don't resist."
"Garfield, what are you-"
*An elastic and long mouth emerges from the depths of darkness*
*in a quiet, saddened, raspy voice*
"I'm doing this for you, John. Remember that."
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