[[Darkness.]]
[[Someone is standing next to a laptop, looking groggy.]]
Person: Ugh ...
Person: What happened?
Person: Where am I?
<<FWOOOOOOSH>>
Person: Help! Someone help me--
[[His speech fades out into nothing.]]
[[He holds his hands to his mouth.]]
[[He looks shocked.]]
[[He tries to run, but has no traction against the ground.]]
[[He falls over.]]
[[He lies prone.]]
[[Hat guy and hat girl are watching this scene from outside the room. He is holding a clipboard.]]
Hat Guy: Huh. Looks like physics professors don't like working in frictionless vacuums after all.
Hat Girl: They're such liars.
{{Title text: The other two are still lost on the infinite plane of uniform density.}}
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.