Is this the only comic that can be made about the Taliban without me getting my head cut off? Maybe, only time will tell, and I’ve heard time is being coy these days about telling us anything.

So yes! I am totally a dad now! Little Man is coming up to his third week of life, and his geopolitical opinions are a little rough around the edges. It’s ok, we have time to iron them out I’m sure. I had a whole lot of great gags written here but WordPress deleted it all. So this post is going to be much more brief.

Auckland just got it’s first lockdown in about a year due to someone walking in some Delta variant from Australia. Nice one guys I hope it was worth it. Although in all honesty I haven’t noticed any difference. I’ve been on paternity leave lockdown since Little Man was born. So my life has not been impacted at all.

↓ Transcript
A middle class couple stand uncomfortably across from Nyx.
Caption: Last week a couple asked me to source their dead kid’s analog.
“You know, it won’t be the same.”
“We know.”

Action panel: Nyx escaping with the analog, which looks like a normal child except for its vacant expression.
Caption: Wasn’t easy busting him from R&D, but I’m not paid for easy.

The parents grasp the analog, looking imploringly at it. The analog stares blankly into the distance, arms by its sides.
Caption: It wasn’t the same. They didn’t know.
“Kit? It’s us. Kit?”

Nyx stands behind the analog. They are in a scum filled alley with neon grafitti. She is pointing a weapon at the back of his head.
Caption: So I told them I’d take care of him. I always keep my word.