[[A terrorist is holding a gun and talking on a cell phone to the boss.]]
Terrorist: We took the hostages, secured the building, and cut the communication lines like you said.
Boss: Excellent.
Terrorist: But then this guy climbed up the ventilation ducts and walked across broken glass, killing anyone we sent to stop him.
Boss: And he rescued the hostages?
Terrorist: No, he ignored them. He just reconnected the cables we cut, muttering something about "uptime."
Boss: Shit, we're dealing with a sysadmin.
{{Title text: The weird sense of duty really good sysadmins have can border on the sociopathic, but it's nice to know that it stands between the forces of darkness and your cat blog's servers.}}
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.