[[A restaurant. A mother and two children sit at one table; a man in a white lab coat sits in another.]]
Title: THE TRIBULATIONS of BILL NYE
Mother: Hey, kids, see how the ice cracks and pops in your water? I wonder what causes that...
Mother: *AHEM* I said, I wonder what --
Bill Nye: Know what? Maybe I just wanna enjoy my goddamn meal.
{{alt text: You could at least not wear the lab coat everywhere, dude.}}
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.