[[A man is working on something on a table, and a woman is sitting at a computer]]
Man: The trebuchet is almost done!
Woman: Mm.
Man: The range should be over 150 meters.
Girl: Look - I'm sure it's a cool project.
[[Picture of a trebuchet]]
Girl: But eventually you'll need to outgrow these toys, and focus your energy on something practical. This mad science is getting out of hand.
Man: Says the girl who mounted an auto-targeting kilowatt laser on the roof.
Girl: That's practical! It keeps the squirrels off the feeder!
[[From off-frame]]
<<GZZZZZAPP>>
<Sqeak!>>
{{title text: It was also fun when those teenagers tried to egg our house and it insta-cooked the eggs in mid-air.}}
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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.