Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for June 26, 2019

Couldn’t have been Cliff. He would never waste food that way.

He types rather well for someone so pie-faced.

Personally, I prefer “beer me”.

Now he’s pie-eyed.

Hours later, a custard cream alien will burst out of Brewster’s abdomen and terrorize the crew.

Lucky Brewster wasn’t in the desert at the time, as the water needed to clean up the dessert would be hard to find.

In space, no-one can hear the splat.

Brewster has his moments of clarity and ability…

Don’t sweet the small stuff.

He texts extremely well considering he can’t even see the onscreen keyboard.

Pie are square.

OK, it isn’t fair to complain about a comic panel sequence, but hey, he shows up in the first panel without the pie, already complaining that he’d been “desserted”, and he can read what she’s entered with that huge pie in his face. I probably deserve being deserted after this nit-pick. I’ll give him that he can type out the text message without seeing the keyboard. Don’t try to tell me he’s using a voice-to-text and text-to-voice device, because that won’t work when you’ve got a face full of pie. I’ll leave quietly now.

He desserved it!

I could go for some cherry pie right about now, no matter how it was delivered.

♪♫ “Meringue me, Meringue me, they oughta take a rope and hang me…” ♪♫

Gilligan’s going to be really upset.

Wow, Brewster knows the fine points of spelling!

You had a typo too, Pam. Semicolon, not comma!

So his just desert was just dessert.

nyuck nyuck nyuck