[[A man is sitting at his desk, pointing at his laptop.]]
Man: Dude! I had this idea like five years ago, and some company just got rich doing it! -- I want my cut.
[[The man starts typing.]]
Person off-screen: That's not how it works.
Man: Sure it is. I'm applying for my share now.
Person: Wait, what?
[[A browser window with the title 'Department of Ideas'. It has a series of text boxes:
Date you had the idea:
"Like five years ago."
Proof you had it:
"I told my friend Mike -- you can ask him! I was all "you know what would make a great business idea? and he..."
Their profit so far:
$20,000,000
Share you deserve (be fair!): ((drop-down))
25%
*30%*
35%
Mailing address:
"137 Ash Tree Ln"
[[Man still at the laptop, above him is a SUBMIT button, and it shows a pointing hand cursor.]]
CLICK
((Last panel set slightly lower than the rest.))
[[The man is in front of an open box, with cash in his hand. A FedEx delivery guy is on the other side of the box with his little electronic signing thing.]]
{{Title text: We didn't believe you at first, but we asked like three people who were at that party. They not only corroborated your story, but even said you totally mentioned wanting to start a company someday. Sorry! If this isn't enough money, let us know.}}
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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