Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for June 01, 2010

Sigh, the Observer of course chose the wrong person….

*Is* there a right person on the R.U. Sirius.

Cliff could mess it up as well.

Dr. Mel won’t let his years of study at Evil Science College go to waste.

I believe this has actually happened. Only the names have been changed. And, the costumes.

I think they should give it to Brewster. He’d use it to make something to save the world, like an endless milkshake machine. Hey, do you think the neighbors would mind if I whirled the bender at 4 AM? Milkshake. Hmmm!

Here, Mr. Observer, I’ll take it! Maybe it’ll give me enough energy to get out of bed in the morning.

Well, by golly, it’s one of them there dilithium crystals! Too bad he didn’t find Scotty first.

In Isaac Asimov’s short story, “Silly Asses”, the galactic community refuses to admit Earth because not only do we use nuclear power to make weapons, but we test them on our own planet.

If it were me, I listen to the observer. But it’s just me.

AND SO IT GOES ON AND ON…

I think Dr. Mel must attend my pyrotechnics group.

Clearly, these guys haven’t been observing Dr. Mel.

Everything seems to be gem-centric with the Observers.

“Human!” + “I trust” = bad idea. That’s why I never built the time macine that I figured out in 1975. Bite me, John Titor.

So there is a hell and it is us!

“We have met the enemy…”

“To Observe Man”.

Uses include misuses.