[[Three kids are in a living room. Furniture and other things are knocked over, broken, or tilted. The first kid is holding a handle of a plunger with cables goin offscreen.]]
First Kid: I've dynamited a trench through the kitchen to divert flow!
<<BOOM>>
[[The second kid is aiming a hose at the floor.]]
Second Kid: More hoses! We need to cool and solidify the surface layer!
<<FWOOSH>>
[[The third kid is standing on a chair, using a cell phone or radio.]]
Third Kid: Where are the damn helicopters?
Like many kids, we sometimes pretended the floor was lava.
{{Title text: We once got grounded when we convinced the FAA to block flights through our county because of ash clouds.}}
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.