[[It's dark. There are only the voices of a man and his lover.]]
Lover: Hang on, I can't see--did you put on a condom?
Man: It's okay. I've got a wrist thing on.
Lover: A what? Let me see that.
<<fumble>>
Lover: This is an anti-static strap.
Man: You mean it doesn't ...
Lover: No. Why would you even THINK that?
Man: I guess I was mixed up.
Man: Wait, so when I was replacing that RAM last week ...
Lover: Yeah, I THOUGHT that was weird.
Man: Oh, but it explains why the geek squad fired me.
{{Title text: I firmly believe that nothing can go wrong on a project if you're wearing one of those wrist things.}}
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.