Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for April 14, 2013

Lies, all around…

Check, and mate….

You mean fictional devices in science fiction comic strips don’t actually work in real life?

Nothing phallic about the lies! How poetic…

That looks an awful lot like what the banks use in the drive thru thingy. Technically speaking.

IRS doesn’t read your e-mail either. Bzzrrp!

Check’s in the mail, literally.

I’ll bet you don’t get invited to many parties.

How can you tell when people are lying? Their lips are moving.

The IRS guy and Brewster would make a good wrestling match. Dr. Mel is a piece of crap amd a born loserlike Cliff

Snicker… The Infernal Revenue Service is always good for a laugh.

Maybe Dr Mel should just put it away (by mutual consent).

Lies, damned lies, tax returns…(with apologies to S. Clemens)

There was a wonderful bit on “Barney Miller” in which Dietrich convinced a polygraph operator that he was an alien, precisely by controlling his physiology.