[[Pizza guy enters through door; maid is dusting.]]
Pizza Guy: Pizza delivery! Did someone order a hot sausag--
Maid: Mon dieu! Monsieur is home early--
Both: Wait, who are you?
Pizza guy: Wait, this is the Jones', right? Their daughter was supposed to be having a party!
Maid: No, I thought Mr. Jones was coming home early.
[[Pizza guy is off-panel left as plumber enters from the right.]]
Pizza guy: But I thought--
Plumber: Howdy, Mrs. Jones. I hear you need some plumbi--
Plumber: Who are you?
[[The pizza guy looks in a cabinet; the others are off-panel right.]]
Maid: Sorry, big mixup.
Pizza guy: Hey, check out out--the Joneses have Agricola!
Plumber: I love that game!
[[Mr. Jones and Miss Jones arrive home. Pizza guy, maid, and plumber are sitting on the floor playing Agricola.]]
Mr. Jones: What in the name of ...
Pizza guy: Dammit, I wanted that grain.
Maid: Hush, you have starting player.
{{Title text: 'How about a little ... *family growth*?' 'Dude, that's not until round two.'}}
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).
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