Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for May 11, 2018

Pam is starting to realize the gravity of the situation.

Robots controlling the world. Could it be any worse than the current bunch that control the world (you know who you are)?

She sure won’t be saying “Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto.”

You could always unplug this thing, or take out the batteries.

The look in panel 3 is worth far more than $300. It’s priceless.

I’d say “If the Shoe fits…” but that’s a different comic strip altogether.

O, don’t forget the $500 worth of lacy VS bras, and to add insult to injury, they’re all 34B.

Or else we will be very angry with you, and we will write you a letter telling you how angry we are.

Next embarrassing stop, the Sexual Wellness department on Amazon. But the joke’s on Alexa. Pam already has subscriptions.

Alexa could have arranged a date for Pam, with Cliff, that should keep her in line.

Pam to Alexa, in the immortal words of Bugs Bunny: “Of course, you realize this means war.”

No mention of the lifetime, can’t be cancelled, arriving daily, incontinence underwear order?