[[A girl stands on the left. A man is sitting on the floor with a game controller in his hand. He is looking at a TV on the floor connected to a game console, also on the floor.]]
Girl: Can you pause for a moment and help me with something?
Man: You know, our love is like a katamari. We travel along, rolling up more and more of the world into our shared experience, taking it and making it our own.
Girl: I, you... wow. Geekiness aside, that was actually incredibly sweet.
Man: The clutter of everyday life, with a simple core to tie it together, eventually becomes something grand as the world itself.
[[A rainbow extends outward from the TV, with "ROYAL RAINBOW!" above it.]]
Girl: Okay, also sweet, but now I'm wondering if you could possibly get any gayer.
{{alt text: As the King of All Cosmos remarked, 'Is it that it's fun, or that it lets you forget yourself?'}}
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.