[[Man and woman stand facing one another. Both hold sheets of paper.]]
Text reads: Not content with normal restraining orders, my ex got creative.
Man: Wait... I can't get closer than 500 yards of you... or more than 600 yards away?
Woman: You'll have to move somewhere within this ring.
{{title text: On Mondays I go running, so you'll have to get up early and follow along a parallel street. What fun!}}
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.