[His frequency climbs even higher, the taboo markings covering his ears and climbing up the sides of his face. He haunches over the Composer, unintentionally trying to make himself seem as big as possible. Defense mechanism and all that.]
Oh you are, but that's tangent to the point. [A snicker.] Having trouble, are we? Can't even solve for x when you're busy factoring out y.
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Oh you are, but that's tangent to the point. [A snicker.] Having trouble, are we? Can't even solve for x when you're busy factoring out y.