This comic will make absolutely no sense to you if you’ve never played Super Mario Bros. Or any of its 13 thousand sequels. And if you haven’t played Super Mario Bros. (or any of its 13 thousand sequels), then shame on you. Shame on you for missing out on the most important pop-culture phenomenon of the 1980s. Yes, more important than Cyndi Lauper, or hair metal, or even the Safety Dance.

The real problem with robots isn’t that they have a limited vocabulary, but that their vocabulary is too damned good. They know every word that has ever been published in a dictionary, and absolutely no context to use them properly.

A lot of my comics are based on actual conversations I’ve had with my family. Winslow’s exclamation here is something that is (sadly) said quite frequently in my house. I’m not sure what that’s more indicative of: that we have no shame in resorting to scatological humor when appropriate, or that we have serious intestinal issues.

People warn you against looking into the barrel of a gun. But the same rule doesn’t apply to siege engines. Why the hell not?

Ben and Winslow have gone through seven neighbors already. They didn’t move away so much as disappear suddenly overnight.