The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for October 02, 2018

Parts is parts.

He recognized them from the eye-gore!

It’s a damn good thing it doesn’t have his mother’s teeth (if his was hereditary).

I see what you mean, Igor! And you were working with only a skeleton crew!

“My mother’s eyes….”

I have the family nose. I get it on alternate Tuesdays, then it’s my sister’s turn.

No relation to Louis Pastyoureyes?

Eye-Gore, coffee please, two humps of sugar.

He is not green. Green means putrid, which he isn’t. The skin is sallow to yellow with black lips.

ew

Some day the kid will grow up and show them who he’s made of.

She donated her body to science fiction.

Yes, Igor — I really dug your mom too!

Shame!