There’s been a virus going around, folks. Not the one you’re thinking about; this one turns your belongings into fighting robots. Known as the “Cybertronic Flu,” the disease has mainly been centered on Ben and Winslow’s house. So maybe “going around” isn’t an accurate statement.

I don’t really have a joke today, but I had some room underneath last week’s comic and I decided to draw Winslow in a really weird way.

I’m bored, everyone. I’m really, really bored. I wish I had a label maker.

Sometimes I feel like the world really is on fire. It’s hard to believe that at the beginning of the year, that was literally true in Australia, and 2020 has been relentless with the amount of upheaval, both good and bad, that has taken place–and the year isn’t even half over!

My 7-year-old asked me what astronauts eat, and because I haven’t kept up with the culinary advances of space cuisine over the past 30 years, I decided to look it up. I remember food in tubes and freeze-dried bricks, but now astronauts eat irradiated meat and “shelf stable tortillas.” Sounds like a good time.