[[Father is standing holding a bowl of Scrapple Jacks in his hand. Son is sitting on the floor playing video games.]]
Father: Hey, these don't taste like apples!
Son: Fuck off, dad.
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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.