[after being served a plate of Carlyle log]
Garfield:
Ugh. Does a Great Dane live here?
Winston:
It's your Carlyle log, my lord. A savory of liver and spleen served in a sleeve of sheep's intestines.
Garfield:
And... you're supposed to eat it? What is this, Fear Factor? Intestines, spleen?
[pushes the plate away]
Garfield:
I'm the king, right?
Winston:
Prince, actually.
Garfield:
Same difference, I rule. Yes?
Winston:
Yes, Your Highness.
Garfield:
Great. Well, feed this to the humans, and just bring me a piping hot dish of lasagna. Okay?
Winston:
I'll see to it at once, sire.
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