Garfield by Jim Davis for December 28, 1980
Garfield: No sweat, Sarge. I'll take that machine gun nest out with my trusty bazooka here. So this is what it feels like to be potato salad. Rhett, Rhett, whatever shall I do? Wherever shall I go? Take me to our leader, Earthling, or I'll atomize your face. Jon: That food's for eating, Garfield. Garfield: What are you trying to do? Make me sick or something?