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Jon Arbuckle Is A Murderer

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Periodically a nasty truth of Jon Arbuckle comes to light.

Some nights I sit in front of the fire,

my drink in one hand, his picture in the other. I stare longingly at his handsome face, stunning mustache. I glance up at the seat across from me, on the other side of the fire. I can almost, for the most fleeting of seconds, see him still sitting there, smiling that charming smile of his. Lyman, my old flame. A tear comes to my eye. Taken far, far too soon by his trusted roommate, the abomination of twisted flesh and bone known to the world at large as the charming, lovable goof Jon Arbuckle. Known to me (and those who follow) for the true monster he is. The monster who would be Lyman’s undoing, the tormentor of his much loved, good natured dog, Odie, the master (or perhaps minion?) of the beast known as “Garfield”. And still this abomination walks our streets, stalks our pets, our husbands and wives and children. Roaming free as the day he was wrought from the screaming void from which he must surely have come. Unfettered by the laws of our land, heeding no minds but his own uncaring whims. This beast must be brought to heel, and one day I pray that he is. That Lyman may be avenged, that perhaps one day Odie may be freed of his torments, brought once more into loving arms, preferably before he returns to the great squeaky toy in the sky. But alas, as it stands I should probably be calling the fire department. I shouldn’t have had a few drinks before starting the fire, or I might have remembered sooner that I don’t have a fireplace.