Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 02, 2009

See? The dead can communicate!

Goodone, Gweed!

Brewster was already brain dead anyway.

Don’t give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme.

When you face the preacher, there’s only one thing to say: Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-day!

Cab Calloway The Scat Song Lyrics:

Hm…Brewster the Zombie? (A week late?)

Brewster Rockit’s brains have left the building…?

His vital signs have…?

Star Trek XXXIII: Night of the Living Dead?

In space no one can hear you go EEEEEE…? (Hm, there’s hope for that one.)

How can there be any action at all this week, seeing that Brewster’s checked out?

(It’s hard to come up with good comic ideas at 2:15 AM, especially when all the really good ones have been taken!)

…me..tryiing to get hold of tech support..

Put death on hold.

“I told you I was sick.”

and we didn’t listen….

The silly that men do lives after them; the simply goofy is oft interred with their bones

I’m using that on my answering machine .

Quick, hand me the paddles! I’m in the mood for some ping pong…

Maybe he’s like Hotblack Desiato, spending the year dead for tax reasons.

Why are the strips black and white in my e-mail?

Nice homage to “Day of the Dead”

I thought Brewster was always a dead head,

I have to believe that Teresa was the guest cartoonist today.

There was once a novelty song called “We Are Dead” (which I’ve only heard on the Dr. Demento Show), and the chorus went like this:

We are dead, we are not here, If we were here we’d be here, That’s what someone said, But we’re not, we’re dead.

Somebody please reconnect the electrode.