[[Two people are sitting at a bench. The woman is holding a turtle.]]
Woman: Our love is like a turtle.
[[The woman sets down the turtle and turns to her partner. They hold hands.]]
Woman: Humble and simple, enduring by virtue of perfect design.
Partner: Our love is like a brontosaurus.
Partner: Recognized as a mistaken combination long ago, lingering only out of misplaced affection for an imagined past.
{{Title text: Well, sex is like a velociraptor: despite your movie-fueled lifelong neurotic obsession, unlikely to be found in your house.}}
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).
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