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.

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Wider shot. A footpath in an upscale area. Several vacant looking criminals are pinned up on a wall, essentially crucified. They all have their mouths wide open. Sephone looks up to a bloodied, empty wall mounting.
Caption: When one of the Luma District breathers went missing, I got tapped to hunt it down.

Closer shot of the breathers.
Caption: These crims are modded for one function: bad air in, clean air out.

Sephone chats with an unsavoury sort in a bad part of the city. They point in one direction.
Caption: Seems one of ‘em shook its tranqs and made a run for it.

From behind Sephone as she enters the alley. The breather is partially obscured by her, but from what little we can see, it’s on all fours and seems to be in agony.
Caption: Couldn’t run from its mod though. Found it in an alley, wheezing like a damned fish.

She squats down to inspect the preoccupied breather. She is holding a hypodermic needle.
Caption: Bad air in, clean air out.

Close, oddly intimate two-shot (perhaps silhouetted) as she plunges the needle into the breather’s neck.
Caption: Gasping for a breath it knows will never come.