[[A person is talking to someone over the phone.]]
Phone: Do you think I could mail a running chainsaw to someone?
Person: I doubt it.
Phone: What about a baby's first word?
Person: Look, your obsession with sending strange things through the mail is getting out of hand.
Phone: Can you mail a blank stare?
Phone: A dizzying height?
Phone: Pi?
Person: . . .
Phone: Well, did you at least get that package of time I sent you?
Person: I . . . you . . . no, I didn't.
Phone: Well, there was a lot of it, so it will probably take a while.
{{alt: I'm on the USPS No Fly List.}}
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.