Garfield could restrain the passion in his loins no longer, and soon found himself Garfielding his Garfield. With Garfields filled with fire, he looked passionately into Garfield's Garfield. Grasping his lover's Garfields, Garfield sent waves of Garfield running through Garfield's body. Garfield pushed away from Garfield, his Garfield dangling freely in the moonlit midnight breeze, and stared ashamedly.  "You can't just expect us to Garfield, not after what you've Garfielded."  Garfield seemed distant, uncaring even, and lurched forward once more towards Garfield. Trying to resist, Garfield finally relented. Garfield was mystified, and could not help but wish to explore the kinds of Garfield a Garfield could give.  "I've never Garfielded with a Garfield before."  Positioning Garfield's Garfield at an angle, Garfield began to Garfield upwards. Garfield began to produce copious amounts of pre-Garfield upon exposure to the welcoming Garfield. Garfielding with the might of a Norse Garfield, Garfield Garfielded where no Garfield had gone before.  "I am the bone of my Garfield. Steel is my Garfield, and fire is my Garfield. And so I pray, Unlimited Garfield Works!" Intoned Garfield, as a thousand Garfields erupted from his volcanic Garfield.