Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for March 04, 2012

Every broadcast is perfect, especially Pam’s and Brewster’s.

“aah, my spleen!”… is that one “h” or two?

I see they’re finally coloring Agent X correctly. No more looking like he ate Pam’s cooking.

Good morning, Pam. Getting ready to fry some bacon and eggs, eh?…..Could I have so..BAM! PAM! BAM!

Part of the marketing for the new book “The Wrong Stuff”

The problem is that reality is already alien to this bunch.

Eckk! Robots with frying pans seeking spleens.

My personal theory is that aliens have come here to conquer many times, but after sending out scouts and monitoring TV and radio transmissions, they turn the fleet around and head for home at warp speed.

Ah, a collection of ETs (Emergency Transmissions).

How many people do you see with a frying pan?

Fried spleen & onions – delicious!

If the world were coming to an end, I’d like the Ford Prefect method from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy: ten minutes warning, go to the local pub, down about three or four pints, go outside, then stick your thumb in the air.

And don’t forget your towel.

Okay, let’s think about this: Agent X is trusting the RU Sirius crew.

If aliens are watching us, why don’t we hear them laughing?

I for one welcome our new alien overlords. Maybe they’ll teach us how to have a campaign season without it becoming a laughing stock.

msilb — none. But is this a trick question?

Dr mel one was good too!