[Tim has been doing his damnedest to pretend everything's fine, and his damnedest is pretty good. Right now he's sitting at his desk, twirling something around his finger. It's his warden Item, his old school birdarang - which is just a stylized R shuriken. Don't ask how it works, just accept that it does. He's keeping it moving, though, so it's kind of hard to make out; anyone who was around him during the breach while he was particularly bored might remember that he twirled his gun around similarly.]

When I was in high school, one of my math teachers tried to teach us the quadratic equation to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. You know, [and here's that halfhearted tune:] X equals negative B, plus or minus the square root, of B square minus 4AC, all over 2A. [Vaguely apologetic smile.] It's stuck in my head. Who has some music around to share?

[Please be someone other than Steph. :| Also, Tim is talking about inane shit: something must be wrong.]

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