That sound you're hearing is all the nlp researchers who read my comic jumping up from their computers at once and saying «of COURSE!!»

I'm pretty sure it's either «EVERYONE ELSE IS FINALLY DEAD. ;)» or «I HATE MONDAYS??»

IT SEEMS LIKE SOMEBODY FORGOT TO PROGRAM IN THE BIT ABOUT «LEARNING THE RULES OF TIC TAC TOE FROM JUST STARING IN FRUSTRATION AT THE BOARD»

Utahraptor's wrong in panel four, t-rex is not dismissing the thousands of people who register dropped domains and fill them with porn: all the porn reregistrations are done by one man. he is the horniest man in the world, he has exceptionally broad sexual interests, and he only wants to share.

Based on the cyclist who went by me yesterday while i had a few groceries in my arms and shouted «thanks for not using a plastic baaaaaagggggg»

«I puked up the story of how I came to be in Venice: it was a metaphor involving vomit, one of the untold millions that pepper this narrative.»

Haha, all the spies who read my comic today YOU JUST TOTALLY COMPROMISED YOUR COVER, WHY WOULD A NON-SPY READ A COMIC ABOUT SPIES, OOPS TURNS OUT THEY WOULDN'T

NOW IF YOU HAD TURNED LEFT WHERE YOU PREVIOUSLY TURNED RIGHT THEN WE'D REALLY BE TALKING

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Hoverboard cavemen in spacesuit hats, pulling sweet jumps, chugging mountain dew, whipping antikythera mechanisms straight into the ocean, all in a thought bubble above t-rex's head