#1834: Lunch Order

[Three Hairys are between two control panels, one is sitting at the panel on the right, the two others are standing and talking in the middle.]

Hairy 1: Sir - Strategic command has sent us a lunch order.

Hairy 2: Don't they have anything better to do?

[Caption below the panel:]

Everyone complains about autocorrect, but we forget about the time it prevented a nuclear war.