Baroness Ink wrote: “And beating up your opponents.” said the voice, with a touch of pride and smugness.
“Yeah, well, why’re you doing all this?”
Baroness Ink wrote: One thing was sure, and that was that it had all begun with a math test. Question forty-two to be exact: Name the first eight decimal places of pi. The worst subject of all: pi. As he would distastefully tell himself, 'it's as bad as Aunt Myrtle’s medley pie.’ Which was saying a lot. Of course, he’d hated pie as long as he could remember; mathematical, medley or banana cream. So it wasn’t any big surprise that he had failed anything that had to do with the disregarded confection- including pie graphs and pie fractions.