Vito: Uhm.. Zed… can you get out of my bed please?
Zed: No.
Vito: But, I’m really tired…
Zed: No. You can sleep on the floor mat.
Vito: But the mat stinks like feet.
Zed: Too bad. (*stretches and lays on his back*)
Vito: You have other places to sleep, the chair, the cat tree, the couch. (*whining now*)
Zed: I feel like resting here.
Vito: But I’m asking nicely.
Zed: Yes, you asked very nicely. Good doggie.
Vito: (*looks to Garfield*) Garfield, can you ask Zed to go find another place to rest in.
Garfield: Oh now you need my help, when you keep on running me out of the bedroom.
Vito: Please guys, that’s my bed! You can get up on pretty much anywhere!
Zed: Yes, but this is my bed TODAY.
Vito: I’m telling mommy.
Zed: (*sch-ing* unsheathes his claws*) You won’t dare.
Vito: Watch! MOM!!! ZED WON’T GET OUT OF MY BED!!!
Garfield: Oh, you’re dead, Vito.
Zed: *ggrrrrr*
(Mommy picks Zed off the bed)
Zed: PUT ME DOWN WOMAN!!!! (*gets dropped on the floor mat*)
Vito: Whoopee!!! My bed, my bed… hehehehe
Zed: You’re safe now since your mommy is in the house. Wait until she goes back to work. (*gives Vito a scorching look*)
Vito: PPffttt…when she’s at work, she gates off the kitchen where I stay. And you can’t scale the gate coz you’re too fat!!! Ppfffttt….
Garfield: He’s got a point Zed.
Zed: Oh f*ck off! (*stomps outs of the living room and down to the basement*)
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