Far Out There

I’ve never really been a huge fan of barbecues and eating outside (or been a member of a union, for that matter) so Labor Day is pretty high on my list of holidays I totally forget are even a thing until it’s right on top of me. That said, we’ve gone longer than expected without a new holiday filler comic, and we can ALWAYS use some new creepy Xal-Gox variations, right?

(Historical Notes: See what I mean?  There’s all sorts of potential satirical directions one could take a fictional future space version of Labor Day, but instead I just threw together a basic “familiar food, but it’s Xal-Gox” joke like we’ve already seen a few dozen times.  Well, there’s always this year, I guess…)