Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for July 28, 2019

“Talk, Brewster, or I’ll release the hounds on you!” “Oh, those basset hounds are CUTE!” “Damn.”

Aliens who are dumber than Brewster…

Early glitches in torturous technology taking tortuous thunks.

Since it’s outer space and there’s no gravity, all you need to do is turn Brewster around.

“It’s a trap! . . . door.”

It was just Brewster’s head. No real damage done.

Talk, Brewster! Tell me everything you know!

Never thought I’d see someone dumber than Brewster.

“Wait… are you my FATHER???”

Again that goes to show you that the title character of this strip if not the only one with limited brain cells. Much of the cast are nitwits at times.

“ok, let’s take this meeting to the conference room upstairs!”

Okay we know why Brewster’s 50 cards short of a deck. What’s Dirk’s excuse?

“In the floor? Oh, you want the trap door to spring up and hit him in the knees!”

What could Brewster possibly know?

I’m surprise that Brewster knew how it was supposed to work

OK…no one has mentioned tying him up with a TV in front showing Kardashian reruns so far. Maybe the regular crowd comes late on Sundays.

A few more bonks on the head and maybe he will talk.

Did Dirk hire Brewster to install that trap door?

Or was it Cliff?

Or how about in the wall?