How do you get to be a Mad Emergency Services EMT? I wonder if the pay is any good; or is it’s like minion, where compensation is minimal and a horrible death inevitable?
The cool thing about working for Mad Emergency Services is there’s all sorts of off-label purposes that you can put defibrillators and Jaws of Life to!
That’s the kit issued to the non-mad EMTs. MEMTs are issued a briefcase containing a flask of grey goo, a miniaturized nuclear reactor, and a fully-functional collapsible version of Frankenstein’s revivification lab.
My guess, they threw together a bunch of mad nurses (no jokes about this being redundant), medbots, and bio-experiments that might have some healing capability (or at least be able to hold the patent down) into a team for those times when the aftermath doesn’t leave you in pieces that need to be sewn together and subjected to the next lightning storm.
“Surviving DC is impossible!”
says Dr. Walsh, who poses an obstacle.
His annoyance is understandable
for Dr. Blake found that he’s flammable
and mad scientists are fond of a spectacle!
Well, I see the shoe is now on the other foot
…
I’ll get you yet Dr. Blake. Just you wait.
This comic used to update at 8:01 sharp in Alaska, what time does it update now?
Midnight Eastern Time, or shortly thereafter, just like always. It was updated by 00:06 EST when I checked it today.
How do you get to be a Mad Emergency Services EMT? I wonder if the pay is any good; or is it’s like minion, where compensation is minimal and a horrible death inevitable?
The cool thing about working for Mad Emergency Services is there’s all sorts of off-label purposes that you can put defibrillators and Jaws of Life to!
That’s the kit issued to the non-mad EMTs. MEMTs are issued a briefcase containing a flask of grey goo, a miniaturized nuclear reactor, and a fully-functional collapsible version of Frankenstein’s revivification lab.
My guess, they threw together a bunch of mad nurses (no jokes about this being redundant), medbots, and bio-experiments that might have some healing capability (or at least be able to hold the patent down) into a team for those times when the aftermath doesn’t leave you in pieces that need to be sewn together and subjected to the next lightning storm.
Of course, you should avoid going to them for minor injuries: your nasty papercut might lead to a cyborg rocket punch hand.
That sounds like an excellent reason to go to them for any and all injuries, including hangnails.
What a difference an “im” makes…
I kind of want to see the Mad Emergency Services now
Going…. Going…. Gone.
So… whats the chances he actually has a phone in his fingers, and the Mad EMT actually shows up with a Burn-removal ray?
Spare a little killing rage? Probably not. A little mutagen? Maaaaybe.
“Surviving DC is impossible!”
says Dr. Walsh, who poses an obstacle.
His annoyance is understandable
for Dr. Blake found that he’s flammable
and mad scientists are fond of a spectacle!
*gasp!*
My 42 seconds of fame! Yay!