((The three panels show portions of a single scene. Although the characters are still stick figures, the artwork style is heavily crosshatched and shaded.))
[[In the first panel there is a desk with monitor on it, and a painting of a woman above that. Next to it is a bookshelf.]]
Ever since I murdered Daft Punk
[[There is a fireplace, with no fire. A rug lies before it. At the left end of the mantelpiece are two bottles, one tall, one round. Another photograph of a woman is in a frame at the right end. The bookshelf continues from the previous panel.]]
And hid their bodies beneath the floorboards,
I've been haunted
[[The narrator is clutching his head and leaning forward. A grandfather clock is behind him, next to a doorway. Above the doorway is a pallid bust of Pallas.]]
By this *pounding*.
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{{Title text: You fancy me mad. Could a madman have outsmarted the greatest electronica
techno artists of our era? Next to fall will be Roderick Usher's house
trance band.}}
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.