I can appreciate that this is probably some inside baseball, but our ancient alliance with Seattle Children's Hospital through Child's Play Charity compels us to offer aid.

Ultimately, there are an average of three medevac patients a week, but this is an onerous, perpetual burden to the misshapen, unnaturally long-lived warlocks of Laurelhurst, something like the Stone of Sisyphus if it could also bite and shriek. The life-saving Angel Helicopter is too loud, and it must fly very near the Earth when they deliver their precious cargo - the pluck. These fucken kids keep being sick or whatever, and it's gotta stop; they set up a special body to determine whether or not these disgusting babies actually needed the helicopter or if they were just being lazy.

You might not be aware, but Seattle has two Reddits and they don't agree on fucking anything - except, apparently, the supervillain nature of a Neighborhood Community Club that considers the existence of children in critial condition to be a gruesome inconvenience. That doesn't feel especially Seattle to most of us I suspect, regardless of which "Seattle" you're from, and there are many. Things have progressed a bit since we wrote the comic, but there haven't been any material shifts - simply recursions and retrenchments from our Dramatis Personae, which - if guilty of nothing else - are absolutely guilty of the sins cataloged in panel three.

(CW)TB out.