And everybody got a good night’s sleep. After they got Robespierre out from under the puddin’ bucket, of course.
Speaking of the Li’l Stinker, Andy p. of “I, Mummy” fame, found this amazing cover:
It’s from The Digital Comics Museum , a treasure-trove of wonderful Golden Age comics that you can download absolutely free.
In reply to Richie .
Get in line. I want one too.
In reply to Jessie W Craig .
I didn’t see it until you mentioned it! You’re absolutely right!
She reminds me of Rosie the Robot in her PJs lol.
I covet that rocket ship…
In reply to Charlie .
Yew!!!!!!
Talk about a Hazardous Waste Dump!!!!
In reply to melaredblu .
Stephanie can eat almost anything. Remember, she can scarf up a gallon o’ gravy, she smokes for her health, and her favorite caffeinated beverage is a quintuple shot habanero mocha.
She needs to take in materials for energy, and she needs certain chemicals to maintain her health, so she does need to eat.
Since she’s humanoid, she eliminates waste in a similar fashion to humans.
She eats cold cream now? Seriously, don’t those things have a “do not ingest” warning or something? How does she digest things, anyway? I mean, food comes in and…where does it go? It has to go somewhere, right? Does she even need food? And why did I only just now think of this?
In reply to scifijoe .
Check out the “Gallery” section. I believe melaredblu has answered that question beautifully.
Just one question: When Stephanie sleeps, does she dream of Electric Sheep or Chickens’?
In reply to Hjels .
You’re right, as usual.
Edison isn’t jealous of Stephanie. She knows she doesn’t want to fool around with Larry (if Edison’s navel hangy thingy isn’t there). And she knows that Larry is a gentleman.
She knows that he’s a man, too. Thus the costume. She’s very smart that way.
But she never imagined that Stephanie would eat all her cold cream…