Garfield by Jim Davis for July 11, 2010
Transcript:
TV: Trevor... Oh, Trevor, the walls in the parlor are bleeding. Doesn't mean a thing, dearest. The solarium ceiling is covered in black flies... Nothing to concern yourself with, cuddlepup. The kitchen sink told me to get out of the house... Wouldn't worry about it, snuggums. The dumbwaiter is belching fire. The merest of trifles, my huggabug. A portal to the underworld has opened in the pantry... You needn't knit your brow, buttercup. Also, the ottoman is eating your feet. Do fetch me my screaming jacket, would you, poopsie? Garfield: Drawing room horror.
I can’t help imagining all this in posh British accents.