Narrator: 'Twas the night before Christmas at my family's house.
Narrator: There were no sound of stirring save the click of a mouse.
Narrator: For 'twas just like a childhood Christmas except
Narrator: I'd forgotten the hours that normal folks slept.
Santa: What are you doing out of bed so late?
Man on a laptop: Late? It's barely 3AM!
{{Family going to bed at 10 PM is so much worse than jet lag.}}
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.