Bean There. Done That.
Croton. Square root of the problem. Kylon’s jaw unhinges crookedly, disguising itself as a smile. A colicky laugh springs out of him until it completely overcomes him. Gasping from the sprint, he bends down, his mirth making him quake. In front of him stands his quarry, Pythagoras. Like a lamb to the slaughter, Pythagoras stands,…