Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for July 10, 2009

Feets, do your stuff!

So many lines come to mind:

1) It took him this long? 2) Talk about a foot fetish! 3) It’s kinda hard to worship an idol that gets up and walks away without warning. 4) About fifteen other lines that would break our own Tribal rules were I to post them.

Yup, time to get up and go!

It seems that they are all a little tied up in their own religion…..

Feets, don’t fail me now !

…any Uranians?..

Let’s not forget the scrotumites, They’ll want to convert the croctchians..

At least Brewster doesn’t have feet of clay.

Do the crotchians worship at the totem pole?

Bye now, and don’t think it has not been a little slice of heaven.… . .Zing!!!

Nice to see that even Brewster gets sick and tired of religious zealots; he’s not so stupid after all.

What do the little dudes live in? I don’t see any buildings, not even a tent. Do they make mattresses out of belly button lint?

Great, a bunch of Crotchian jokes…:S

The Lilpootians are all too human!

what do they do to the “giant head” etc? Offer sacrafices to it or something? this strip is weird.

I wonder if we’re living on a giant too, and if so, what parts?

Watch out for them errers, can be mighty egregious!

Jo Jo said, At least Brewster doesn’t have feet of clay.

No; just a head of clay.

Send ‘em all to the penal colony!!!

Hit the road Jack* and don’t you come back

No more, no more, no more, no more

Hit the road Jack* and don’t you come back

No more

*(or Brewster)