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@@bokobo6295 Yes, but only the Break-In. Also, 6H cannot cancel into Axl Bomber in normal gameplay. It makes me so sad because the vacuum was my favorite part of Axl.

Idk who Jesse is but I hope he got your message

I've been cooking up a stupid joke for a while, but because I keep putting it off the idea is still hazy. Also, you following me to youtube makes me feel like a cryptid and you're the bigfoot hunter trying to kill me for my crimes against god and nature (I deserve this fate, tell my cryptid husband and or wife it's their fault).

@@The_Dirt_Cat it's okay take your time. the OST is just that good and i appreciate people with passion for the important things in life. don't worry about the little red dot on your head

Behind bars for crimes against visual clarity

it's not on the Playstation version either. This is the first time I've heard it

WHY THE HELL DOES THIS RANDOM ASS GAME HAVE SUCH A VIBE

If it's a remix, where is the original tho?

@@holmd90 I've been wondering that myself.

It wouldn't be that hard just time consuming

Agree

​@@mariopartylover10I dunno, I've got my concerns

this is highly controversial

you didnt lie

Let us examine this from all sides, all perspectives, and when I first came across this comic strip, I was at my fathers house. The newspaper had arrived, and I picked it up for him, and brought it inside. I organized his sections for him and then, yes, the comic strip section fell out from somewhere in the middle, landed on the kitchen floor. I picked up the picture pages and saw up somewhere near the top of this strip, just like Jon, I too was wearing an aquamarine shirt, so I thought, "Hah! Interesting, I'll have to see this later." I snipped out the little comic and held onto it, and 5 days later, I re-examined, and it gripped me, I needed to find out more about this. The information I had was minimal, but enough. An orange cat named Garfield. Okay, that seemed to be the linchpin of this whole operation. Yes, another clue, a signature on the bottom right corner, a mans name, Jim Davis. Yes, I'm onto it for sure, so. 1. Garfield, orange cat, and 2. Jim Davis, the creator of this cat, and that curiously plain man. I did not know at the time that his name was Jon. The strip, you see, had no mention of this mans name, and, I've never seen it before. But I had these clues. Jim Davis, Garfield. And then I saw more, I spotted the tiny copyright at the upper left corner, copyright 1978, to... what is this? Copyright belongs to a "PAWS Incorporated"? I used the local library and mail services to track down the information I was looking for. Jim Davis, a cartoonist, who created a comic strip about a cat, Garfield, and a man, Jon Arbuckle. Well from that point on I made sure I read the Garfield comic strips, but as I read each one, as each day passed, the strips seemed to resonate with me less and less. I sent letters to PAWS Incorporated, long letters, pages upon pages, asking if Mr. Jim Davis could somehow publish just the one comic, over and over again, it would be meditative, I wrote, the strength of that, could you imagine? But, no response. The strips lost their power, and eventually I stopped reading, but... I did not want my perceptions deluded so I vowed to read the pipe strip over and over again. That is what I called it, "The Pipe Strip", The Pipe Strip. Everything about it is perfect, I can only describe it as a miracle creation, something came together, the elements aligned. It is like the comets, the cosmic orchestra that is up there over your head. The immense, enormous void is working all for one thing, to tell you one thing. Gas, and rock and purity and... Nothing! I will say this, when I see the pipe strip, and I mean every single time I look at the lines, the colors, the shapes, that make up the three panel comic, I see perfection. Do I find perfection in many things? Some things I would say, some things are perfect. And this is one of them. I can look at the little tuft of hair on Jon Arbuckle's head, it is the perfect shade, the purple pipe in Garfield's mouth, how could a mere mortal even make this? I have a theory about Jim Davis, after copious research, and yes of course now we have the internet, and all this information is now readily available but... Jim Davis, he used his life experiences to influence his comic. Like I mentioned before, none of them seemed to have the weight of The Pipe Strip, but you have to wonder about the man who is able to even, just once, create the perfect form, a literally flawless execution of art, brilliance! Just as an award, I think there is a spiritual element at work. I've seen my share of bad times, and when you have something, well, it's just, emotions and neurons in your brain, but something tells you it's the truth, truth's radiant light. Garfield the cat? Neurons in my brain, it's, it's harmony you see, Jon and Garfield, it's truly harmony, like a continuous looping everlasting harmony. The lavender chair, the brown end table, the salmon colored wall, the forest green carpet, and Garfield is hunched, perched perhaps, with the pipe stuck firmly between his jowls, his tail curls around. It's more then shapes too because... I... Okay, stay with me, I've done this experiment several times. You take the strip, you trace only the basic elements. You can do anything, you can simplify the shapes down to just blobs, just outlines, but it still makes sense. You can replace the blobs with magazine cutouts of other things, replace Jon Arbuckle with a car parked in a driveway sideways, cut that out of a magazine, stick it in, replace it there in the second panel with a, a food processor, okay. And then we put a picture of the planet in the third panel over Garfield. It still works. These are universal proportions, I don't know how best to explain why it works, I have studied The Pipe Strip, and analyzed Jon and Garfield's proportions against several universal mathematical constants: e, pi, the Golden Ratio, the Feigenbaum constants and so on, and it's surprising, scary, how things align.

You can take just tiny pieces of the pipe strip for instance, take Jon's elbow from the second panel, and take that and project it over Jon's entire shape in the second panel, and you'll see a near perfect Fibonacci sequence emerge. It's eerie to me, and it makes you wonder if you were in the presence of a deity, if there is some larger hand at work. There is no doubt in my mind that Jim Davis is a smart man. Jim Davis is capable of anything, to me, he is remarkable, but this is so far beyond that. I think we might see that this work of art is revered and respected in years to come. Jim Davis is possibly a new master of the craft, a genius of the eye, they very well may say the same things about Jim Davis in 500 years that we say about the great philosophical and artistic masters from centuries ago. Jim Davis is a modern day Socrates, or Da Vinci. Mixing both striking visual beauty with classical, daring, unheard of intellect. Look, he combines these things to make profoundly simple expressions. This strip is his masterpiece, the pipe strip, is his masterpiece, and it is a masterpiece and a marvel. I often look at Garfield's... particular pose in this strip, he is poised and statuesque. And this cat stares reminiscent of the fiery gaze often found in religious iconography. But still his eyes are playful, lying somewhere between the solemn father's expression, and Rembrandt's Return of the Prodigal Son, and the coy smirk of Da Vinci's St. John the Baptist, his ears stick up, signifying a peak readiness. It's as if he could at any moment pounce. He is after all a close relative and descendant of the mighty jungle cats of Africa that could leap after prey. You could see the power drawn into Garfield's hindquarters, powerful haunches indeed. The third panel. And I'm just saying this now, this, this is just coming to me now, the third panel of The Pipe Strip is essentially a microcosm for the entire strip itself. All the power dynamics, the struggle for superiority, right? Who has the pipe? Where is the pipe? All of that is drawn, built, layered into Garfield's iconic pose here, you can see it in the curl of his tail, Garfield's ear whiskers stick up on end, the smoke billows upwards drawing the eye upward, the increasing scope, I'm just... amazed, really, that after 33 years of reading and analyzing the same comic strip, I'm able to find new dimensions. It's a testament the work. For six years I delved into tobacco research, because... can a cat smoke? This is a metaphysical question. Yes, can any cat smoke? Do we know? Can just Garfield smoke? The research says no, nicotine poisoning can kill animals, especially household pets. All it takes is the nicotine found in as little as a single cigarette. Surely Jon's pipe holds a substantial amount of tobacco, and it is true that pets living in the homes of smokers are nearly 25% more likely to develop some form of cancer... most likely due to second hand smoke. But these are facts of smoking, and its tolls on our world. But after visiting two tobacco processing plants in Virginia, and the Philip Morris cigarette manufacturing facility, I came no closer to cracking the meaning. I was looking for any insight, a detective of a homicide case has to look at every angle. So I'm always taking apart the pipe strip. I have focused on every minutiae, every detail of this strip. Jon Arbuckle's clothing. I have replicas, I'm an expert in textiles, so you see the smoking thing was a hangup for me What was the statement here? Until... and this is key... this is the breakthrough, the pipe is not a pipe really. Obviously there is symbolism at work here. I saw that from the beginning and I looked at the literal aspect of the strip to gain insight into the metaphors at play, I worked at a newspaper printing press for 18 months in the late 1980's, I was learning the literal to form the gestural, the sub-literal, the in-between. Jon reading the newspaper means so much more then just... Jon reading the newspaper. But how can you ever hope to decipher the puzzle without knowing everything there is to know about newspapers? Okay, for example, Jon holds his paper up with his left hand, thumb gripping the interior. I learned that this particular grip here is the newspaper grip of 19th century aristocrats. And this aristocrat grip was a point of contention that influenced the decision to move forward Prohibition in the United States in the early 20th century. So Jon's hand position is much more then that, it is a comment on class war, and the resulting reactionary culture.

But I didn't know about the aristocratic newspaper grip until I came across some microfiche archives at the printing press, it's about information. You have to take it apart... and the breakthrough on a smoking cat came late. Just 8 years ago actually. A smoking cat, is an industry term, it's what the smoking industry calls a tattletale teenager who tells on his friends after they've all tried smoking for the first time, and it is actually a foreign translation, bastardization of the term smoking rat. But the phrase was confused when secret documents when back and forth between China and America These documents are still secret, and the only reason I know about the term is because I know a man, my friend... let's call him Timothy, yes, it's a fake name for his protection. Timothy worked for Philip Morris for 16 years and he had seen the documents. When he told me, it was an "Aha!" moment. And he said "But how? How could this cartoonist Jim Davis know about this obscure term from the mid 70's used exclusively by a few cigarette companies?" This is still a mystery to me, but I connect the dots by noting Jim Davis's childhood experiences on a farm, he must have seen something... What could it be? Timothy went on to tell me there was one particular smoking cat, a boy from... yes, Indiana. A boy named Ernie Barguckle who became a foreign on the side of the Tobacco companies for a couple of years. He did more then tattle to his parents. He and his family took legal action, and he eventually received a huge settlement payout. But that name is too similar. Ernie Barguckle, Jon Arbuckle. Jim Davis must've used this. But there's more here. Ernie Barguckle spent nearly half of that settlement money on experimental medical procedures to cure his... impotence. He was impotent. So, he was a smoking cat with a, a metaphorical pipe that did not work. Are you starting to see the layers here, this is exciting stuff, you start to get a whole picture here, and it informs the work, it's, it's just remarkable. Jim Davis took these raw ideas, these pieces and he transformed them into smart social commentary, that is also ravishingly beautiful. I have cried. I have cried, I have cried, I have cried, cried over this piece. it just gets into my soul. I try to explain this to people, I have newspaper articles about Ernie Barguckle... people have fought me on this, they don't see it, or they are close minded, how could a comic strip about a cat smoking a pipe mean any more then that? But it is more. And when I feel spiritual or start to think existentially, I still see this comic, here is something from 1981 that I wrote thinking about the implications of this strip This is just an excerpt here. There is more before and after but this part is the essence to me. If a comic about a cat smoking a pipe can be the only thing in the universe, then maybe this is the strongest evidence for that. "Many of you say, 'Oh, but I am not blind, I have never been blind.' But when you truly see you will understand how truly blind you once were to even think it right to say you were not blind, what does a blind man see? Blackness. Darkness. Blankness. Black darkness. Dark blankness. The absence of things. Quite literally, no thing. No things. Nothing. Nothings. So you see, nothing. And I bring you into the light, a cat has your pipe! You've been blind, do you understand this? The cat has your pipe. You can't fully immerse yourself, you don't have the light, you don't have the radiance, the radical light, the radically radiant light of truth, and truth's belonging love and nature of light, and loving truthful radiance. So don't be bold and make bold statements, I know of you, the cat has your pipe. The. Cat. Has. Your. Pipe. Remember that." That writing, well... it's kind of rough. Kind of an, early 80's feel, and I see that, but I'm still, I'm still proud of it. Sometimes I imagine that is the editorial column in the newspaper Jon Arbuckle is reading. It's an exercise and recursions, it's like a vortex opens up. It's like you hold two mirrors up to each other, one is reality, and the other is a cartoon strip. Let's see here. Oh yes, I must bring this up because I think surely Jim Davis is again speaking on multiple levels by including the details set before us in the comic. Notice the glimpse of Jon Arbuckle's foot in the first panel. The size of the shoe would indicate that maybe the man just has small feet. But a deeper investigation takes us to the foot binding rituals of certain Asian cultures. Inflicted usually on women for the desire of men, this practice was incredibly painful and crippling. Aha! Mr. Davis is here presenting us with a man or... rather... "man", who engages in foot binding, a body modification for women, on top of being without his pipe, or, impotent. This is a man facing extreme inner turmoil, the panels tell the story subconsciously.

Notice the background wall shading in the first panel points inward towards Jon in the second panel. And the sharp tapered end of the purple pipe in the third frame also points at Jon in the second panel, inward. The eye is drawn to the center panel. You can connect these points and draw a triangle across the panel, and this triangle will align with the reoriented points of Jon's collar, this, this is majestic artwork! And to uncover this hidden order is... bliss like I've never known. Comfort in a empty world. I can't help but read the thought bubble again and again. "Now where could my pipe be?". "Now where could my pipe be?". It is a profound question. "Why am I here?" "What is my purpose?" It is reflection and self examination here. It is facing the dust, the misery of a cold careless universe. You can feel the weight of it. "Now where could my pipe be?" What I imagine is the author Jim Davis nearly teetering on the edge of insanity. His rationality, his lucidity hovering over the void. And he seeks the truth. You can see it in the line quality of the drawings, the thoughtful control, the outlines mixed with the occasional chaotic scribbles, that lurk in the shadows, and Garfield's dark stripes. It's almost as if Garfield is chaos himself, yes. He is the embodiment of chaos, disorder, hatred, fear, thievery, death, destruction, desolation. These are the things Garfield represents, he stole the pipe! He sits with his back to Jon, Garfield! Garfield! This chaos cat Garfield has turned his back on everything! Everyone! One recalls the great existential forces in literature. Camus' Meursalt, Kafka's Gregor Samsa, or Sartre's Antoine Roquentin. Garfield the cat sees the hopelessness of life, which, aha, yes. This is why Jim Davis has chosen smoking. It represents a recklessness, a disregard for some what some would define as the beauty of life. Garfield may die from the nicotine. He may not. He defies life, he sits defiant, saying nothing but looking as if he could say... "Then let me die. It does not matter. It does not matter." And we're faced with this. Could Jon behave the same? Is Jon the glimmer of hope? He seems to be unsure Again his question, "Now where could my pipe be?" indicates that he is wrestling with his own existence The center panel centers the issue and again, this harkens to many of the great religious works of art. I'm talking about The Pipe Strip in relation to religion, it's, it's interesting to assign the roles of God, and anti-god or, as many know him to be, the Devil. Or on a much larger scale simply the forces of good and evil. Garfield the thief cat, evil and malicious, he is the devil, placed to the right, and note the two forms of Jon, the Jon on the left, still innocent, still draped in the delight of the lack of knowledge. He is the humans in the garden of Eden, he feels for his pipe, but he is yet to eat from the tree, and Garfield, the sinister serpent, and notice, notice how Jim Davis has framed this. The center Jon is locked in a struggle between his innocence, and knowledge of the truth, knowledge of the existence of evil. It is stunning, the great struggle, the struggle that transcends time, and Jim Davis floats over all of this as creator, the God of sorts, in his own right. And he presents this cautionary message to us all, it is that he is speaking from high, and he saying unto our awaiting ears.. "Where will you be when the cat reveals himself?" I can tell you where you'll be. You will have a choice. You can face endless suffering, and eternal misery. You can be forced and beaten down with barbarians who claw at each other just for a view of salvation, they'll tear your eyeballs out and rip your gizzards from end to end. They worship this cat, this, this false idol, this evil horrible cat, do not be seduced by the cat and the pipe. Garfield. Thy name is a mark of the demons of hell. Something like this, and to those listening, it is the stark reminder to follow the path of the first panel Jon. Be humble, be grateful, honor the law, and honor thy self. Be true, and be good, and no harm will come to you. Pray for salvation, it will be granted unto you. Be like Jon Arbuckle as he lowers his head, be like Jon Arbuckle as he lowers his paper, as he turns his head. Bow with Jon Arbuckle and praise unto the creator Jim Davis and banish demon Garfield from your life. So what is all this? What am I saying? Aha. Hmmm... What does all this mean? Why is this one comic strip so important to me, and why do I feel the need to share this? Obligation. I have an obligation to you all, this is redemption, this is a belief in redemption, a sacrifice of all the obvious trappings of this false modern life. Look at the simplicity in this strip, in The Pipe Strip, look at the simple clothes Jon wears, look at his simple basic furniture. No adornments on the wall, even the very pipe his cat Garfield stole, it is a plain, modest pipe. And I have adapted this way of life, it speaks to me, and our times, well... you don't need me to point out the hyperbole of our times You have children being born 8 or 9 at a time, you have more money spent on a single Hollywood movie then some nations can spend feeding their starving people. Torture. Distrust. Look around you, it's overwhelming. What can you contribute? And everyday I look in the mirror and I hold this comic up to the mirror, and I look, into the mirror and at this little comic strip. Be humble. Be thankful. It is a reminder, be respectful. You're a statue. You're fragile. And when you break, when you shatter, where will those pieces go? Ask. Ask, ask, ask this question, will you ask? Humankind is only as great as you. You, you, the individual, it begins and ends with you. You must treat this expedition, this search, this life, with a reference and intensity found only in the smallest sticks, the littlest leaf, the tiniest stone. The most minuscule grain of sand on a beach of billions. This is the secret, do you want the pipe? Do you want to know where the pipe has gone? You ask yourself. You ask. You ask. You ask. "Now where could my pipe be?" When I was a young man - remember now I first saw this comic when I was 18 years old, ages ago - when I was youthful, vibrant... for weeks I denied that a comic strip was having such a profound effect on me.

I was much like Jon Arbuckle, in this middle panel he says... "Now where could my pipe be?" You could look into his eyes, his half lowered eyes, and think to yourself, "Now surely, Jon, surely you cannot be this naive. This is nothing new for you." And if you've read more of the Garfield comic strips by Jim Davis, you'd understand what I'm saying now, Garfield the cat does things like this all the time. He will take things from Jon, food, items, anything. This is his very nature. So you see this and you want to say "Jon Arbuckle, come now, you were lying to yourself, you were lying to yourself and to all of us and you pretend to have not any idea where your pipe has gone. Perhaps you think you've left it somewhere else, but... you're not so forgetful. You're lying to yourself. Ahh, yes. You are lying to yourself, Jon Arbuckle. You know that Garfield has the pipe. Somewhere deep down you know this, you don't even need to think the question," and that was me when I saw this strip, one week passed and each morning I'd open my drawer and slam it shut again. I would go to look at the comic, but I'd pause, and think... "Oh no, I, I don't need this comic, I don't- I don't need to look at it," but there I was lying to myself. I did need to see it. And so I did, it's cathartic. You give in, and that is the transition from second panel of life to the third panel of life, it is a simple story structure, the passage from the second act to the third, the twilight of things. Jon gives in to his suspicions, he knows the truth, he's always known the truth, he yells out. "Garfield! Garfield! Garfield!" It is like, pressure from the steam valve being released, the buildup is unbearable, and then pshhh! It's gone! So it is like this. When I speak about the truth, the truth, the light, the radiance, this... this is the kind of thing I'm talking about. This is the essence of this brilliant work of art, the practical mixing, meaning, agreeing with the spiritual, it is all here. But spirituality is not a easy thing to confront. You might find yourself able to wrap your mind around a simple math problem or basic newspaper article or... But intellect is much less subjective. What is spirituality? And how have I found spiritual peace and serenity in Garfield? A long time ago, after I encountered the pipe strip, I spent some time, as I mentioned before, soul searching. When something impacts you or alters your very perception so greatly, there is a long period of confusion recovery time. It's as if you don't know who you are, and that can be a very scary prospect, especially if you thought you had a good grasp on that sort of thing. Imagine if Jim Davis did not know who he was. Would he be capable of shaping the cultural landscape as he's done? No... no, of course he wouldn't. And how about his characters? Jon. What if Jim Davis suddenly woke up and didn't know who Jon was? What if he couldn't make informed decisions to accurately depict Garfield's personality, because he could no longer specify or demarcate the boundaries of Garfield's behavior? What kind of comic would that be? You see? So draw the parallel. I saw this comic, and yes, I was disoriented, and if I didn't reconcile this issue with myself, what kind of person would I be? Undoubtedly dire circumstances, but remember, this was not a math problem, this was not an article, this was not something I could just figure out, and as skeptical as I won, I realized that faith and spirituality were avenues that... required exploring. At first I tried long nights reading Garfield by candle light or aromatic meditation sittings while thinking of Garfield, but nothing snapped, nothing clicked, I still felt lost. But I kept it up, I hired a shaman and a young personal yogi Sikh guru, Avram Dav Singh Sahib, I pushed and pushed determined to find myself, and then a miracle happened, upon retrieving my morning paper to clip the Garfield comic, I noticed a young girl selling lemonade two houses down. She sat occupied at her stand, she had no customers in sight, so I approached, and saw that she was coloring, I look at her drawing, three rectangular boxes, a man in a blue shirt, an orange cat, I knew what this was, even in her crude scribbles I knew exactly what this was, she was drawing a Garfield comic. I looked at her words and I saw that in her script Jon asked Garfield to retrieve a newspaper, funny since I've done just that myself. Garfield is sarcastic, but agrees to it. He returns and calls Jon, "Sahib". Jon exclaims that the paper is all chewed up, but then Garfield says, and I quote, "Sahib asks fish, paper is wet. Sahib asks cat, paper is holy." I remember the words, and ran back to my house, I thought, "How odd that Sahib shows up in the strip, and my spiritual advisor's name is Avram Dav Singh Sahib! Coincidence, surely, but nonetheless I spent the next 16 hours pouring through my clipped Garfield comics looking for the strip this young girl had been coloring, I couldn't find it! And I eventually fell asleep right on my kitchen table. The next morning I retrieved my paper again and I clipped the Garfield comic. The date was July 12th, 1983, and there it was. The Sahib Strip in all its glory.

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