I live in a lovely valley, but the heights are gone forever. There are no more frightful deserts, and I no longer leap into the fire, I am afraid I will get burned. Sanity is pleasant and calm, but there is no greatness, no true joy, nor the awful sorrow that slashes the heart.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
Come, my pumpkin windbag. We're ready to roll.
Roll? Where to?
You know, to the hotel, to Jon.
Your master? The one who's leaving you for his new wife?
He's not leaving me. It's more of a... temporary insanity thing.
Garfield, your master started a new life. It's time for you to begin yours. Come on, I wanna show you something.