All comics by Spaceclutch

 

Robort and Toothy by Spaceclutch 4-08-11
Really?! What luck! We get to go home early today, Rob, the government shut down.	Hey, you want to you want to try and catch that Lady Gaga show tonight still? Uh...well, I lost the tickets...	What? How?! I bet the President that Congress would compromise on the budget by noon today. Who knew Barry was googoo for Gaga! He's taking Harry to the show. Hmph. I should've seen that one coming.

 

Robort and Toothy - Coffee Withdrawal. by Spaceclutch 4-08-11
Where's the dang coffee around here?!! Are we out again?	And, of course, the donation can is full of stinking pennies. Good grief. I need caffiene NOW!	Let's go over to purchasing and drink their coffee. We can put all the pennies in their can and switch them out for quarters. Then we can use those to buy some candy out of the vending machine. Brilliant!!

 

Robort and Toothy by Spaceclutch 4-09-11
I hate this job. Hey, It's the Easter Bunny! Cluck like a chicken and pop me out a Cadbury Creme Egg, will ya? Where'd you hide those jelly bellys, in your stomach? Ahaha!	Try over in that area....I think I saw some...chocolate rice along the base boards. Awesome. You're much better than that alcholic Santa Claus that puked on the VP at the Christmas party. He was a real piece of work. You two have a stunning resemblance.	I'll be right back with your chocolate bunny. Do you have a newspaper I could borrow?

 

Robort and Tooty Go to Libya by Spaceclutch 4-09-11
I hate Libya. Remind me why we signed up for this mission? The Chief of Staff said we owed it to him after you said his wife looked like their dog.	What? Pet's often resemble their masters. I read it in the NY Times. How long did that NATO guy say we have to wait here, anyway. I'm fair-skinned! I can't stand out in the sun all day. I think I hear them coming now. Great! I have to pee.	Moments Later... GAAAAAAHHH!!! We're all gonna die!! This is all your fault!!!

 

Robort and Toothy - Pimp My Bathroom Stall. by Spaceclutch 4-15-11
Get out of my way, Roger. I'm prarie dogin' it here. Look, man. You wanna use the stall it's $50 for a half hour and $150 an hour. Magazine not included.	Just because your budget got cut in half doesn't mean you get to pimp out the stall, buttface. Jim, why don't you "explain" the situation to my friend here.	Forget it. I hope you locked your office and hid your kleenex box. I might not make it to the 2nd floor. Beat it before I show you what 15 cups of coffee and a bad marriage can do to a man!

 

Robort and Toothy - The Possessed Printer by Spaceclutch 4-15-11
Give me your soul and I will give you your copies. It's a fair trade. Call the IT Department! The printer is possesed again...and bring some pants for this thing. Grody!	C'mon,Toothy, I could make you President of the company. Just think about it. Don't threaten me, buddy. Somebody get me big James. We need 500 copies of his arse, stat!	NO! Anything but that! It's copying time, baby! WOOHOO!

 

Stupid Is As Stupid Dies. by Spaceclutch 6-10-11
So. Mind explaining to me again why there's a half-naked man with a thousand papercuts dead in your warehouse? Like I told you....He died of stupid.	Good morning, Toothy!!! *hic* Hey, can I crash here for a few? Wife cut off your WOW account and kick you out again, Tim?	Nah, she's mad 'cause I got hammered *hic* and spent a $1000 on these AWESOME invisible pants on ebay! She's so ridiculous! Yeah...listen, when you get done sucking at life, I need you to start running through these stacks of papers. Just plow right into them. I don't care if it takes all day.

 

Heatwave by Spaceclutch 8-02-11
It's hotter than the devils backsweat out here, Grams! I think my skin is starting to melt off again. Oh no, I think mine is, too!	Seconds Later... Well, this is going to put a damper on my dating life. Yeah, no more free lunches at the senior citizen center, dang it all.	Remember the drill. You're Mary-Kate and I'm Ashley Olsen. Mary-Kate...with a Deat Ray Gun! Let's see them call me anorexic again. Muhahaha!

 

Unoccupy My Dang Cubicle by Spaceclutch 10-25-11
Ok, Toothy. So, what's this emergency meeting about? We're starting a movement, Robort. I'm calling it Unoccupy My Dang Cubicle. We're like the middle class of the company here and we're losing everything! Now they've gone and taken my Foreman Grill!	Hmm, yes. Something about a grilled cheese and anchovie sandwich...I'm suddenly thankful I have no olfactory senses... I'm demanding they expense my lunch and gas costs now since I have to eat out.	I think you're movenment is growing already. Here comes Department 61...with what appears to be rudimentary weapons made from office supplies... and paperclips on their noses. HEY it's about time you jerks showed up! No, I didn't know a 3-hole punch could do that and I don't care to see how either. Thanks anyway.

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