by ~ » Wed Nov 17, 2010 9:42 pm
Whenever he needs to do maths, PF feels as if he is sprinting towards a math-ravine. The first few lines are the pounding of his thought-feet on the dusty algebrearth - committed but hopeful of stopping soon. Taking too long feels like mathfall. A complex problem left unsolved can leave him with a comprehencussion, a broken logic cage and internal discontinuities. This is usually resolved by including an order-of-magnimatress, or just a lot of fudge.
tl;dr: bad pun PF bad pun contrived bad pun bad pun injoke.
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