Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for December 06, 2020

Pam seems to be enjoying the drama.

“I see by your outfit that you are a spaceman” / "You see by my outfit that I’m a spaceman, too. " / “We see by your outfit that you are no spaceman” / “‘Cause you have no helmet and you’re turning blue.”

You’ll have to take my ray-gun and knife from my cold dead hands…and no one’s gonna make me cover my face!

“I have no air and I must scream.”

Those would be great last words for his tombstone, but in space, no one can dig your grave.

It’s enough to make your blood boil…

Yet another batch of great comments. Consider this a blanket “like”, folks.

How does the space squid breathe?

This SHOULD be the final strip. I don’t think we’re that lucky. :)

Pam seems to have a bit of a maternal instinct towards BR, which might be expected. You know you’re in trouble though when Cliff has that same maternal instinct.

Pam’s son will never forget the helmet part.

Pam can’t help it, she’s a mother.

he forgot his red shirt too

Looks like he’s racking the slide on his ray gun.

I remember a Saturday Serial from the early 50s (recycled several times) that showed a ray gun (Bad guys) that had to be loaded with three different capsules/cartridges single feed after partial disassembly after each shot. Needless to say, the good guys won.

Also, he needs to be retrained. Never put your finger on the trigger unless you intend to shoot!

And…no mask, either.

You are, however, a moron… ☺

He’d forget his head if it weren’t attached…

This, unfortunately, reminds me of too many of my conversations with my wife. Sigh.

They look like the monsters from the movie, “The Green Slime”.

It’s all Pam’s fault she totally confused Brewster with too many instructions.

Air today; gone tomorrow.

Sherman would call him an airless beach ape.

I’m fairly certain there’s no such thing as “space squids.”

Reminds me of trying to remember my mask when I leave the house.

Kinda like forgetting your wallet

But you are, dear. You are an idiot.