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June 26, 2009

• Cueball
• Megan
• Ponytail

# #602: Overstimulated

[[There is a group of people. Three women and four men. They are standing around a table with a drink on it.]]

Man #3: Have you seen John lately?

Woman #3: He and Claire blew off this party to see Jeff.

Man #4: They do that a lot.

Man #1: Yeah; I don’t know what his problem is with hanging out lately.

Man #3: He’s like Katie - ever noticed how she only goes somewhere if Jeff’s there?

Somebody: It’s so lame how s he hangs around him even when he’s not single:

Somebody: HE LIKES IT.

Somebody: SOMEONE SERIOUSLY NEEDS TO DATE HER.

Somebody: TOTALLY.

Somebody: And honestly I feel like a jerk but I wouldn’t mind if she hung around with us a little less. She needs other friends, you know!

[[Man #2 is cringing away from all the text; none of the word is attributed to specific people.]]

[[Man #2 peels a hole in the panel. The numbers ‘1’, ‘2’, and ‘3’ are visible through the gap.]]

Somebody: HAVE YOU

NOTICED

HOW EVERY DUDE SHE DATES IS A TOTAL DRUGGIE?

Somebody: I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought that was weird.

Somebody: Michelle dates potheads like Elaine but at least they both have real jobs.

Somebody: Michelle does? She designs those book covers, right?

Somebody: And it’s not like she smokes a lot.

Somebody: Elaine is one of those girls who

[[The previous panel’s text appears again, but peeled back even further. Man #2 looks up.]]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

[[The man starts taking down the prime numbers.]]

1 4 6 8 9 10 12 14 15

2 3 5 7 11 13

[[The man grabs and squeezes the 2, so it is half as wide and twice as tall.]]

[[A formula: \Sum_{i=1}^{\infty}{1

P_i} = h]]

[[ie. The sum from 1 to infinity of the inverse of each prime.]]

[[The panel shows a 2 that is 2 units tall and 1

2 wide, a 3 that is 3 units tall and 1

3 wide, and so on. The man is moving the 7.]]

[[Man #2 writes h = infinity. The numbers are piled on their side next to a scale.]]

Voice: Don’t you agree?

Voice: Hey, wake up.

Man #1: You zoned out or something.

Man #2: Sorry; I must be… tired.

Man #1: I don’t blame you. All day cooped up working on papers.

Man #3: Must be nice to get out and relax, huh?

Man #2: Yeah.

[[Girl #3 reaches for the glass on the table.]]