Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for March 25, 2014

Well, that left him speechless.

“….So, let’s stay clear of that mime field, okay?…”

“What’s mime is mine….”

Good call by Brewster.

Mimes are like zombies, but they don’t smell quite as bad…..Not that I’ve been doing any research…….Well, not all that much, really….Oh, sure some, but it’s not a fetish or anything….Seriously, many times I don’t even think about it….

They don’t use lines, they use sticks. (You probably have to be old to get the joke)

Wait, why is today’s Brewster comic in black & white?

Given the reproductive peculiarities of the Hutt species, do you need 2 of them? Hardcore SW fans know of what I speak.

Had to save one of them. A mime would be a terrible thing to waste.

The female Hutt is directly out of “Monsters, Inc.”

A mime is a terrible thing

Wait – I recognize the 2 on the left: It’s Jabba-The-Hut and his Mom!

You’ll have to put one back.

Instead of a female hutt, Jaba at first tried to bring Princess Leia.

They use seagulls to keep the mime population down. “Mime! Mime!” Otherwise they reproduce as much as tribbles, through mimeography.

Zeus: Are you aiming for these people?

McClane: No. Well, maybe that mime.

Mel Funn: [seen as an insert title] Mr. Marceau, how would you like to appear in the first silent movie made in nearly fifty years?Marcel Marceau: [in French, the only spoken line in the film] Non!Dom Bell: [seen as an insert title after Mel hangs up the phone] What did he say?Mel Funn: [seen as an insert title] I don’t know. I don’t speak French!

Mimes cannot reproduce, they are always separated by an invisible wall.

Why does the female insectoid have . . . you know . . . oh, never mime.

Brewster isn’t that smart. If you don’t want them to reproduce, why even bring one? Especially when Dr. Mel could probably clone more of them.

Aww! Poor lonely space mime.

The mimes can come.When they have LEARNED THE WORDS..

I saw a mime try to reproduce by himself. He had a bunch of invisible props with him.

Once in New Orleans I was in sight and earshot of a mime headed home from work, with his wife, when they ran into some friends of hers. She told them, “I’m married to this clown.”

Brewster’s right. We sure don’t want them to reproduce. I say leave him there in the first place.

This reminds me of Noah’s ark

In space nobody can hear you mime.