[[Man holding cell phone talks to a man at a desk littered with objects]]
Man with phone: Hey, what's your cell number?
Man at desk: (Violet Brown Gray) - Uh, I mean, (718)-387-6962.
Man with phone: Okay, you are putting down those resistors and going outside for a while.
Man at desk: That's probably a good idea.
{{title text: (It's the TMBG Dial-a-Song line, to save you some time.)}}
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.