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♥ SAVE ♥ THE ♥ GIRAFFES ♥

You stare into the blackness, and from the shadows emerges your 9th grade math teacher

“Remember hugh, the Pythagorean theorum, this is what you wasted your childhood for”. You reawaken screaming, ripping a sheet of skin from your left arm and using the blood to scrawl out a rudimentary equation

(45.84”2 + 12.42” ^ 2 = x2)

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you solve the equation. Of course, you can’t use a calculator because they’ve all risen up against humans. How did your math teacher know this would happen? Is he god?