Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for April 08, 2011

Alas, poor Winky, de-spleened by the thundering herd.

Milky way to go!

Not the spleen again!

I’d be afraid of fire, too, if I thought I’d be turned into a burger.

I’ve seen a bovine stampeded at a Macy’s Basement sale. I herd may a speen was lost.

I’m still trying to grasp how cows got on the space station in the first place. And where are they stampeding off to?

Any chance of a Black & White shake?

Bilan, go back to Monday. It was one of Dr. Mel’s experiments gone wrong.

Nobody got hurt he says, hoo hoo HOO.

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“Looocy, you got some spleenin’ to do.”

I guess if they can have cows in space, it’s also okay to light an open flame in the space station.

How did Dr. Mel make cows bidedal? How did he enable them to grasp swords with opposable hoofs? How much damage can Winky’s spleen endure?

These are questions we can argue till the cows come home …

How many times will Winky lose his spleen before we see his orbit-uary?

A spleendid strip!

Silly… Winky’s got only ONE spleen. It’s never lost, just hurt.

Brewster just held up a torch and said the magic words: “Medium rare!”

Mr. Rickard, well done.

I wonder what their beef was.

Doesn’t anyone want to comment on the wisdom of lighting a torch in a methane atmosphere?

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