Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for May 22, 2017

Rivers of porridge flow wild on its surface?

Meet the oatmeal-people.

Bring lots of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Don’t forget the spoons.

I hope the temperature of the porridge is just right!

I don’t think I can bear it…

It’s full of little blonde girls who break and enter, ruin your furniture, and eat your breakfast.

“…and Brewster’s head, er, I mean, this planet is too soft!”

I would be more concerned about the bear people.

It’s so perfect, it’s divine. It’s populated by Trappist-1 monks.

If there is trappist monks, there should be beer.