[[Two people are walking. The first is wearing a white hat.]]
Second person: It just blows my mind. She seemed so genuine. I had no idea she was such a serial liar.
Second person: I just wish I had our six months back.
[[The view focuses on the second person.]]
Second person: Her exes say the same thing happened to them.
Second person: Maybe what we need is a terrible-ex tracking and notification service.
[[The second person turns, thoughtfully.]]
First person: But after all the problems with sex offender registries, who would agree to run it?
Second person: Maybe one of the state governments more willing to experiment could try it out...
Soon...
[[Two people are sitting at a table, on which sit wine glasses and plates. One has glasses and a goatee, and the other has long hair. A person approaches them carrying a clipboard and a license.]]
License person: Excuse me, ma'am.
Long hair person: Yes?
License person: This man is known to the state of California to be a total douchebag.
{{Title text: Since the goatee, glasses, and Seltzer & Friedberg DVD collection didn't tip you off, there will be a $20 negligence charge for this service.}}
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.