luchador

A four-panel SMBC comic. Panel 1: A bald boy stands while his father, a man in a green shirt and glasses, says, "Son, I know you pretended to be sick today so you could skip school." The boy protests, "But I didn't!" Panel 2: The father, holding tickets, leans down and says, "Shhh. It's okay. Don't tell mom. But I got tickets to a luchador show this afternoon." The delighted boy exclaims, "Oh boy!!" Panel 3, captioned "LATER...": The father and an excited boy sit ringside at a wrestling event. A masked luchador in the ring declares, "Raaa! I'm the masked Karl Weierstrass and I'm WRESTLING with how to rigorously define the limit of a function!" The boy screams in horror, "Nooooooooooo!" The joke: instead of real wrestling, it's a calculus/real-analysis lecture (the epsilon-delta limit definition) personified as a masked luchador. Votey (bonus panel): An extreme close-up of a stern, narrow-eyed face says, "Lock the doors." -- implying the audience is being trapped to endure the math lecture.