Best we can do is some stern disapproving looks. If you get enough support, though, we can form a committee to look into the issue, determine that it is indeed a genuine problem, and then decide not to do anything about it.

No, but I like fish dicks.

I’ve had one.
It does not.
It tastes salty and orange.

Do you have any idea how hard it is for a brain parasite to order takeout?

Oh the grind. I misread the whiteboard as Grindr.

Nothing like casual death threats from your friendly local IDE AI assistant.

“Dropped raw chicken breast on penis and now it’s burning, please help”

… Maybe.

Life, death, either way I’m demoted to a tiny cubicle.

Leave me alone, I’m a chronic procrastinator.

Ugh, still need to make a new account…

It’s a lot faster when you work in a profession that gets less training than a hairdresser.

I love how unhinged random fan wikis sound without context. Here for instance: Bunker Buster, see also: Concrete Donkey and Buffalo of Lies

It’s a reference to this meme:

The girl pasted over Tintin is Wednesday Addams, and she mistakenly refers to Captain Haddock as a commodore, so instead of Tintin saying “Captain, it’s Wednesday,” Haddock says “Wednesday, it’s Captain.”

I think that’s the fallacy the comic is pointing out. Rather than enjoying their interest, the alien thing is only happy if they’re immediately good at it.

I think Far Side readers just have to come to terms with the fact that Gary Larson likes to draw strange contraptions of dubious usefulness.

you don’t want the worst people in the world to have a nuclear weapon

And yet here we are

Drink the bottle, your ass goes full throttle