Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for April 17, 2016
Transcript:
Sally! Bobby! I promised you I'd find a way home. I promised. Your time of grieving is over. We can be won again. Just to be clear: as a ghost, are you capable of housework, sex, or having a job? Nope! Also, whatever I touch gets coated in a thin layer of ectoplasm. It's good to be home.