Don't make me spell this one out for you.
Anyhow, with this artist's block removed, the ideas just keep flowing! I've got artist's diarrhea!
Which leads beautifully into the story behind this.
So I'm walking back to my apartment from lab late one night with my stomach empty and my bowels laden. "Brain," I say to my brain, "how would you deal with this?" And brain, being half-dead from trying to program a FPGA, proceeds to give me the fastest and worst solution to my dilemma.
Again, don't make me spell this out.
I'm afraid the dialogue is kinda cluttered in this one. Perhaps I should have put in the text first instead of last so I could see how stupid of an idea it would be; then you would have been presented with a 4koma instead. Well, both our losses. :3
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EDIT: NO! This man does NOT have a creepy fetish! He just likes to optimize situations with minimum loss and has no values.