odds

An eight-panel comic. A man confronts a woman about cheating, but keeps trying to disprove her admission using bad probability logic. Panel 1: the man asks the odds he cheated; she says "100%, exactly 100%." Panel 2: he insists you can't be 100% certain of anything; she revises to "99.9999%." Panel 3: he asks the odds he cheated with Dave specifically; she says "the same." Panel 4: he claims a compound event must be lower than its parts; she sighs "God, FINE. 99.9998%." Panel 5: he asks the odds he cheated while wearing a yellow bra; she says "the same!" Panel 6: he says it must be lower still, "99.99975% or so," while she laughs. Panel 7: he says "Sharon-" and she gleefully argues that every added bit of evidence drives the probability down, so "in the limit, the odds that I cheated are 0%." Panel 8: shown as silhouettes, she says "You're currently having sex with Dave," and he replies "Wow, it's like you WANT me to win this argument." The joke: he's misapplying probability rules to literally argue away an in-progress affair. Votey: a hand-drawn line graph whose y-axis reads "PERCENT OF SMBC JOKES INVOLVING CONFUSION ABOUT HOW ASYMPTOTES WORK" and whose x-axis reads "TIME," with the line shooting steeply upward.