{{Alt Text: Why can't you have normal existential angst like all the other boys?}}
[[Two men - one capped with a beret, the other hatless - approach a tree while talking.]]
MAN: There is no God. Our existence is without purpose.
MAN IN BERET: Oh, definitely.
MAN IN BERET: We are adrift in an uncaring void indifferent to all our mortal toil.
MAN: Exactly! In the end, nothing we do matters.
MAN IN BERET: [[climbing the tree]] Totally.
MAN: We just... Why are you climbing that tree?
[[THe man in beret is now completely submerged in the tree]]
MAN IN BERET: Because the future is an adventure! Come on!
MAN: But--
MAN IN BERET: Hey! I found squirrels!
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.