Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for May 13, 2020

Though with Cliff, it’s probably the Homer Simpson ‘just let go of the candy bar’ solution.

Pot, kettle…

I, for one, welcome our robot snack overlords.

Sooner or later, they’ll have to go to the bathroom.

Cliff made the better choice.

I swear they made those slots smaller.

Can’t lay a finger on the Butterfinger. Anyone for a Cliff bar?

I’m guessing that Pam actually paid for hers though

Brewster still tops them with his head stuck in a vending machine.

Cliff has the advantage. Since it’s a Butterfinger, he can just slip out.

Just gnaw off your arm. Problems solved.

I really shouldn’t read this while drinking my morning coffee.

And then Cliff got butterfingers.

If you butter your finger, you’ll have better luck.

Oooo. Butterfingers

I’m surprised she hasn’t transformed into Irritable Belle.

Uh, we can see inside Cliff’s machine – there are no candy bars in it.

Cliff’s fingers need more butter.

Cliff, Get Your Grubby Paws Off My Butterfinger.

Cliff never bothered using a stick?

I left a case of Butterfingers stranded in my office desk. I thought I’d be going back to it weeks ago, but we’re told we won’t be going back until at soonest August. D’oh!

Fortunately I work in IT, so they can’t turn off the AC and melt them.