[[A guy sits in front of his desktop computer. A girl lies belly-down on the floor in front of her laptop.]]
Male: Huh—Thomas the Tank Engine slash fiction.
Female: It's rule 34 of the internet. If you can imagine it, there is porn of it.
Male: Nah. The web is freaky, but it can't begin to have everything.
Male: There's no porn set atop storm-chasing vans. No homoerotic spelling bees. No women playing electric guitar in the shower.
Female: Actually, that last one would look pretty hot. As long as they were unplugged or waterproofed...
Female: Rivulets of water run down her chest, the smooth body of the guitar firm against her hips.
Female: She twangs the E-string and it shakes off tiny droplets in all directions.
[[She rises into a crouch]]
Female: You're sure it doesn't exist?
Male: Not yet.
Female: I'm registering WetRiffs.com. Let's get on this.
{{title text: Okay, Lance. For entry into the college bowl, spell 'Throbbing'}}
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.