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From: Physfitfreak <Physfitfreak@gmail.com>
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Subject: Re: A Problem To Solve :-)
Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2024 17:29:39 -0600
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On 3/5/2024 2:42 PM, Physfitfreak wrote:
> 
> 
> Farley:   "What the fuck! Get that bitch back! ... FUCK! He's a Linux 
> guy! Get that Mofo back!..."
> 
> Physfit:  "Easier said than done. You know how math is about this. But 
> you can seek comfort in the fact that it couldn't happen if he was like 
> others in COLA, and that's, as good as zero. He must've been a nonzero 
> entity of some sort."
> 
> 


Farley put his both hands on his head and began searching for a way in 
math to get hh back out of that algebraically horrible destiny.

Farley:  "... FUCK! ... FUCK! .... He sometimes defended GNU/Linux :-(("

Physfit: "If he exists at all now, he may begin learning enough algebra 
to find a way out himself."

Farley:  "What fucking way out? There's no fucking way out. If you force 
the 1 into the other side of the equal sign, what are you going to 
fucking do if two Saddam Husseins pop out instead, one standing there 
looking at you like fuck, the other hanging in there upside down? :-(((( "
Physfit: "Oh you've got a good point _there_ :-)))) "

Farley:  "Math doesn't fucking deal with time. You're the fucking 
physicist, make the 1 go backward in time or some shit. It might be the 
only way to get that bitch back out of infinite other probabilities... "

Physfit: "Hmm... physics can help here indeed, but I don't do anything 
in COLA other than what my dick wants. My dick is in charge here, and it 
is not good enough to do physics at that level. I am!"

Farley:  "Then you do the physics of it."

Physfit: "Huh, your Physfit _never_ does physics without getting paid 
for it first, with good money too, like physicists deserve. And I tell 
you with confidence that none of you in COLA can afford such money."

Farley:  "They say hh is rich. How about him - I mean his estate now - 
pay you the money?"

Physfit: "How about that, indeed?"

Joel:    "They won't pay. I've asked hh and his family before for money 
and the suckers are tight as fucking Scots. Don't even dream of that."

Physfit: "Joel, you want hh back too?"

Joel:    "Doesn't matter one way or another for me. But it's nice to 
rescue him from algebra regardless."

Physfit: "As far as I'm concerned, it won't happen if you want me to use 
my physics background. Why don't you ask your 'engineers' here to do 
that for you."

Farley:  "Fuck those engineers! They can't even rescue their own fucking 
dicks. They're just a bunch of Code Monkey wannabes."

Physfit: "I have to admit it's true. I was hoping otherwise though, but.."

Farley:  "Ask your dick, man. May be it can find a way!"

Physfit: "Hmm ... Good point. Let me let my dick think a bit...."

Everybody in COLA got silent, looking at Physfit with much anticipation.

After about about 30 seconds, Physfit lifted his chin up and asked COLA 
to bring two h letters for him. Farley immediately ran back somewhere, 
then came right back with two h letters (making sure they're both 
Liberation fonts) and handed them to Physfit.

Physfit took the two h's, placed them together, turned one upside down, 
put a dot between them, then placed that expression inside brackets and 
put the bracket carefully and slowly to the left of that proverbial, 
making sure it doesn't touch it. Then he carefully placed an equal sign 
to the left of the whole thing.

Physfit then reached his back pocket and produced a needle-nose pliers 
and began squeezing the brackets and its contents, vertically downward, 
thus reducing the height of them. He then went over it once more, 
pressing every part of it so hard that the height of the expression 
became short enough for its left side tip to be inserted inside the 
right side opening of the equal sign.

Physfit then inhaled a deep breath. Exhaled. then took his water bottle 
on the desk and drank a couple of gulps. He then turned towards COLA 
gang and burped a short but loud one. The entire COLA was still watching 
in awe, silently looking at him, with anticipation...

Physfit, now, grabbed the thin horizontal bracket expression, which now 
looked more like a short line than a written math piece, and inserted 
the left tip of it inside the right end of the equal sign, with the rest 
of the expression hanging out on right hand side. He then used the side 
of the pliers to carefully hammer it leftward into the equal sign as far 
as it could go. Result was that the left tip of it began sticking out 
from the left end of the equal sign, and into the potentially dangerous 
area left of the equal sign.

He then removed the lonely 1 from the right side and held it 
horizontally and used it to press the expression inside the equal sign 
leftward until the expression dropped out of the equal sign into the 
left side of the equation. He then carefully, anticipating something, 
put the 1 back on the right side of equation.

POP!...As soon as physfit placed the 1 on the right side, the bracket 
expression on the left popped to its normal size!... Physfit wasted no 
time to remove the 1 and the equal sign both from the equation and 
quickly threw them away. He then made the 1/h once more upside down and 
removed the dot between the two h's.

Nothing happened...

COLA was silently looking hard at this... Even % was there, peeping at 
what was going on, for the lack of space via the spacing between the two 
legs of Joel.

Still nothing happened, until Physfit brought his face closer to the 
"hh" sitting in there and said, kind of loudly, "AUSCHWITZ!", and 
suddenly hh himself popped out! He looked around and saw Farley looking 
at him with wide eyes.

hh:     "Farley, I love you!"

Farley: "Liberation rulez, man."

hh then turned the other side and saw Physfit.

hh:     "I still see no sign of that citation!"

Farley: "Shut the fuck up! Quiet! Don't cause something else fucking 
happen to you. Idiot!"

hh:     "Ok, Farley. By the way, I love you!"

Farley thought to himself, "Ahh fuck. Perhaps I shouldn't have changed 
the fucking font."

After some commotion between the COLA gang, Physfit thought to himself, 
"Hmm... so my dick could do it after all." Farley, thinking of the same 
thing said,

Farley:  "Wow, your dick did it, man."

Physfit: "It sure did. My dick handles anything in COLA. Any doubts? Ask 
Carpentier for that."

Carpentier:  "No! I never say your dick can do anything! No!"

Farley:  "Well sure, but that's a fucking good approval for that shit."

hh:     "Farley, I love you!"

Farley: "Ahh fuck!... Stop that shit. Just be non-abusing and respectful 
to me."

hh:     "Ok Farley. I so love you though."

Physfit clicked the Thunderbird closed.








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