Man in black: Where am I?
Man in suit: Welcome to the afterlife, Mr. Jobs. With this iPhone you can communicate with the living.
Man in black: Duh.
Man in suit: Enjoy.
Next up, AT&T limits his data speed.
I’ll just find my way out using Apple maps…
By the third time it would be saying Otto Carrot…. or maybe Otto Cargill.
My phone, though I admit, android, not i, loves to correct my words to obscure proper names…and mostly ones I’ve never even typed.
When I die and get to the afterlife, “You mean I still have to keep doing this %&^. Why?! WHY CAN’T IT JUST END???”
The devil made it do it.
Last panel, I think he’s doing a slow burn.
Ha! What you type is not what you get!
Hell is generally of our own making. He’s just getting a taste of his own medicine. Do him a hell of a lot of good.
Steve’s data plan doesn’t include texting, wait until he gets the bill. Oh, those devils have learned from our cell phone companies (or maybe they’re running them?).
Along similar lines, my mother is a very religious woman, so it shocked her when I showed that she is stored in my phone as “Mom”, which is spelled “666” on the keypad.
Cell Phone Hell Lo.
Hmm, I think Satan gave Steve a Blackberry.
That’s auto*corrupt*, Stevie baby.