Brewster Rockit by Tim Rickard for November 07, 2023

Poor Winky. He gets no respect.

There’s never a kilbot around when you need one.

“My spleen!”

Wink, wink.

They are going to need a bigger swatter.

Does it eat spleens?

I think Dr. Mel said shouldn’t, that explains why Brewster’s statement was Why?

UP NEXT: Ask the bug to get Winky off the windshield.

They need a creature who eats insects and has a sticky tongue. Is there a planet of Anteaters in their neighborhood?

Poor Winky is about to become that bugs binky.

A new playmate for Winky.

“Come back, Winky! I LOVE you!”

Nobody:……..

Winky: my spleen!!!

Told ya!

When will bugs learn to pick on somebody their own size?

Oh look, Winky has a new pet.

Beware of space-bugs playing possum.

(Beware of possums too, but that’s a whole ’nother matter.)

Some days you’re the windshield, some days you’re the bug.

I suspected correctly.

The Kenny of outerspace.

Where’s a space-mantis when you need one?

Oh his spleen!

an’ that there’s one o’ them big ole spleen-eating bugs, t’boot!

Was Winky too flabbergasted to say, “Ah, my spleen!”?