When you find the derivative of how much I give a factor, you'll find that it's nearly infinitesimal. An approximately constant integer!

Oh? Some other picogram lusts for exponential power? I don't integrate with all these other derivatives, so I'm not in the (x – h)² + (y – v)² = r² of our dear Composer's order of operations.

Wanna give me my competition's coordinates? Wanna see if they're zetta trash. Heh.

Solve your own variables, zeptogram.

Zero seven seven three four.

My stomach's running on zero. So zetta hungry...

Heh! Looks like your eyes have multiplied by a factor of 2, four-eyes!

The probability of you ending up in my trash heap tonight is high, zeptogram.

Marriage exists in this vector? Never woulda calculated that.

"Tch. Wasting my integers to help you FOIL this one out is a zetta painful thought. You're just more trash for the trash heap." His facial feature recede back into the shadows, though his cat-like pupils seem to be eyeing the mercenary's nearby motorcycle.

So zetta bored!

The probability of that is high.

Your integers tend to be random, zeptogram. The sum of your equations are amusing to solve for.

The human brain has more raw computing power than even the most advanced calculator. Just fill that hollow skull of yours, hectopascal.

Did you pay a picogram of attention in school? If you can't even FOIL it out, you might as well be trash.

"Heh! At this point I've exhausted all solutions, and nothing quite solves for x. Why don't you try entertaining me, binomial?"

First, Outer, Inner, Last.

All you zeptograms are so zetta slow.

These derivatives are out of my vector. And yet, I've added myself back into the equation! Didn't factor out the possibilities, did you?

The integers on my following list are nothing more than imaginary at this intersection. Tch. Derivative garbage! Crunch! I'LL ADD THEM TO THE HEAP!