Shut the hell up. You're leagues away from even the thought of being the masculine majesty known as Garfield. Garfield is a God, you are just a peasant. You will never, ever even be considered to be him. Ever! I'm sorry, but if you actually believe that you even have a sliver of a chance of embodying the persona of the Monday-hating, lasagna-eating cat himself, you would be sadly mistaken.
The thought of you even THINKING, let alone CHALLENGING the idea that I am not the almighty entity of Garfield sickens me. As I read this VILE post, I threw up in my mouth. I know for absolute FACT that I AM the almighty Garfield. Jim Davis might've created the concept, but his idea soon springed into life. I have murdered that peasant known as Davis so I could finally evolve into the entity I am now (cont)
I can see my light-orange claws hitting every key as I fantasize over my lovely Arlene. I'd also like to bring up that your DISGUSTING imitation of me has no value whatsoever. You're nothing but another obstacle for me. People like you make me wanna hang out with Nermal. It'd be better than talking to you peasants.
Hey 'Andrew'. I see your status hasn't gotten 20 'likes' yet. However, are you still thinking of 'applying' for 'staff' regardless?