[[A woman is talking on the phone, holding a cup]]
Phone: Hi, this is your son's school. We're having some computer trouble.
Mom: Oh dear—did he break something?
Phone: In a way—
Phone: Did you really name your son "Robert'); DROP TABLE Students;--" ?
Mom: Oh, yes. Little Bobby Tables, we call him.
Phone: Well, we've lost this year's student records. I hope you're happy.
Mom: And I hope you've learned to sanitize your database inputs.
{{title-text: Her daughter is named Help I'm trapped in a driver's license factory.}}
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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.