[[Rob is working at a workbench. Future-Rob appears out of nowhere with a baseball bat.]]
Future-Rob: Hi, Rob.
Rob: Whoa, you're me!
Future-Rob: You're about to have an idea for a time machine.
Rob: I am?
[[Future-Rob hits Rob over the head with the baseball bat.]]
<<WHAM>>
[[A friend approaches Future-Rob working at the workbench. The baseball bat is stashed behind it.]]
Friend: Hey, Rob. What's up?
Future-Rob: Nothing.
This happens somewhere roughly once a month.
{{Title text: We never see any time travelers because they all discover it's a huge mistake. This is also why your friend at the lab suddenly looked about a year older recently.}}
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.