[[A woman runs up to a man.]]
Woman: Rob! Rob!
Man: You look terrified! What's wrong?
Woman: We've made a huge mistake!
[[The woman and man stand facing each other.]]
Woman: Remember last week when we dug up all those Indian bones and made puppets out of them?
Man: Sure...
[[The woman holds her arms out for emphasis, the man puts his hands to his face in horror.]]
Woman: It turns out they were buried over an
ancient Indian burial ground!
Man:
Oh my God!
{{Title text: It gets worse! You know that wizened old monk with the gypsy wife whose voodoo shop we smash up every every day after school?}}
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.