Arrival...

[son_of_a_digit]

So, the composer's supposed 2 B here?

...hold on...no, I can't sense him...and...ugh, what a trashy plane this is. So zetta retro!

q = Why am I wearing this stuff, and who are these 000s in that picture, anyway?

I'm not going to find q by moping around here, though.

*grin*

I'll just phaze back to the UG and...

SINE!

What the factor?

COSINE!

I can't phaze

Comments

[mayfield_mods]

Morning, Minamimoto!

[son_of_a_digit]

You = ?

[mayfield_mods]

Your wife, of course!

[son_of_a_digit]

BZZZT! Wrong! You're just an infantesimal tetrahedral of an ugly society.

Now...go make me a sandwich.

[littledroid]

[Hm... what? Someone is shouting math over the phone lines. Chimes curiously. Can help him find q if he can understand droidspeak, though. Or if he can't, because this unit has a notepad.]

[son_of_a_digit]

. . .This thing is no cell phone.

*pokes it* A walking calculator?

Where the factor am I, digit?

awk,I fail ><

[littledroid]

[Indignant chiming. Not a walking calculator. This unit is a utility droid, designation T3-M4. Location designation is Mayfield.

"digit?" That's a new one.]

[son_of_a_digit]

What's wrong, digit? Can't you talk?