[[An apocalyptic scene. Flaming balls rain down on a darkened landscape. The sky is red.]]
Man with beret: The Apocalypse! The skies burn, the seas turn to blood, and the dead walk the Earth!
Man #1: The dead what?
Man with beret: Walk the Earth!
Man #1: I have to go.
[[Man #1 sits down at a table to write. A series of formulas floats above his head.]]
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[[Sum for i = 0 to n of i to the power h times 1 over i.]]
[[Square root of 163.]]
[[log(n).]]
[[The man runs with paper and pencil.]]
[[The man goes through a door marked "Math Dep't".]]
Man #1: The dead return!
Man #1: Everyone, quick, get your names on here!
[[5 people line up. The first in line is signing the paper.]]
Woman #1: At last.
Man #2: I hope there's time!
[[Man #1 runs on, holding paper and pencil.]]
[[The man approaches a sign that says "Cemetery".]]
Voice: Hurrghhh
[[The man approaches a half-open grave, with a dirty man climbing out.]]
[[The man in the grave looks up.]]
Man #1: Paul Erd
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.