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(Jon sez:) 
You may have noticed the needlessly complex secretarial robot which Haas is
using. Haas has a habit of making robots which perform a limited set of
functions and then training them personally, whether it's teaching musician robots how to play or training a robot in the finer points of gardening.
This is stunningly inefficient.
There's a reason. He's mad after all, although he would surely say he's just misunderstood. I'm Jon Kilgannon, and I approve of this message. In fact, I think it is awesome. |
(Mark sez:) 
The stage direction for the last panel in the script for today's page reads as follows: Haas puts his hand to his temple as if he has a headache. Which he does. Two of them, named Chaucer and Dryden.
I would say more and upload this keen new art and stuff I've been meaning to show you, but you see, Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. Damn you, Rockstar Games! Daaaaaamn yoooooouuuuuuu!! |
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