The number of times that John Arbuckle is like canonically a cartoonist after this is very, you could count it on one hand. The punchline is just the like he was just like smack in on a piece of paper with his kitty paws and it's he didn't actually write anything. There are many sentences from that that could end up embroidered in indecipherable cursive. I stand by my description of it as like a Hallmark card sort of. It's the best that that Garfin has to offer.