[[A woman is standing at a whiteboard considering a logical proof.]]
Woman #1: Wow. I can't find fault with your proof.
[[The woman is still looking at the white board, the frame expands to show a second woman walking away, rubbing her hands together in an evil manner.]]
Woman #1: You've show the inconsistency -- and thus the invalidity -- of basic logic itself.
Woman #2: Excellent, on to step two.
[[The second woman sits down at a desk and begins to write.]]
Dear Dr. Knuth,
[[She continues to write.]]
I am writing to collect from you the $3,372,564.45 I am owed for discovering 1,317,408 errors in
The Art of Computer Programming...
{{Title text: Dear Reader: Enclosed is a check for ninety-eight cents. Using your work, I have proven that this equals the amount you requested.}}
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.