Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for August 07, 2020

Oh, stewardess, I speak chive.

Says who? Sesame.

My girlfriend complained about my obsession with spices.

So I said, “You’re a nut, Meg.”

If puns were guns, we’d be well armed..

I can see it now: Spice the final frontier, these are the voyages of…

Let’s not get caraway by anger. Thyme to chili.

Boarding party, back to bas-il! We have to assemble the Allspice command to desire our next move.

Turmeric him over with zest! Rue the meeting. I wiri of the jerk. We’ve seed enough; he’ll never get his Shiitake together. Give him a raspberry and pour him out since he can’t cut the mustard. We’ve been saffron too long. His poppy should’ve raised him better. Doesn’t matter he mint well. Let them carraway him. Sage advice would be to advise he masala on.

“It’s just your chive talking…..”

What a dill pickle they are in. Play them out with the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I’m getting tired of being peppered by these bad puns…

but wait…where’s Elvis Parsley?

Oh, the puns…

Allspice, all the thyme.

The pepper looks like it’s been through the mill.

It’s just your chive talkin’

You’re telling me lies, yeah

Chive talkin’

You wear a disguise

Chive talkin’

So misunderstood, yeah

Chive talkin’

Their planet is s’parsley populated. Most put down roots close to their parents. These, few bold spices, hot for adventure, were left high and dry by their own. So now they seek to spice up the lives of others throughout the galaxy.

Brevity wants some it’s puns back.

Just put them on the rack.

“Hey, where’s taragon?”

“She went out to stew about something.”

My doctor recommended against too many puns in one day so I’m going to have to skip Pearls Before Swine and 2-3 others today!

♩curry on, my wayward son…

This arc has been punishing. I hope it’s cumin to its endive soon.

Tarragonna’ sweep over that spaceship and kill everybody!

“Let me guess: assault?”

Tom Servo: “No, a-pepper!”