He's a [censored] ball wizard
There has to be a [redacted]
That [censored] ball [censored]
Has such a supple wrist.
In fact, I do have specially trained death hawks, but all they're trained to do is play the bass ocarina.
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There is only one, Mr. Grinch.
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I know, how very disappointing. We all had such high hopes for him to.
Fish-Malkovich was even going to make a cake for Pulg as well, oh well, nevermind.
*Studies the 8th Wally postcard (as the 9th one is still blank), to cheer himself up.*
Let's see, Wenda is among some shop staff that are panicking because, some overly stacked shelves are collapsing.
Woof is behind the pyramid of baked bean tins with the triceratops (his tail is on the opposite side).
Over by the five way trolley crash, is Wizard Whitebeard, partially obscured by arguing superheroes.
And Odlaw (along with the star fragment), are amongst a group of people that look like supervillains.
So...
You're not the ruthless and daring hairy thing with the ambition to become the undisputed Emperor of the World?
No, that's Cher.
Crab chip!
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No, that's Cher.But Pulg...
** spoiler omitted **
You are also lacking in the teeth department.
Desist !
Barbecued BEANS!
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Barbecued BEANS!
I wondered when you'd show up again, a bit later than I expected though.
Anyway, I have a postcard picture to study.
*Studies, said postcard picture, very intently.*
Woof is located near a clown, who's foot is being tickled by another clown holding a feather.
Looking back at the crowd cheering on the tap dancers, Wenda is among them, near the count.
Poking his head out from the top of one of the shoe houses, is Wizard Whitebeard (not the same one that the monk is in).
Odlaw can just be seen in the window of one of regular houses. And the star fragment is a top a clown's hat.
Any number of nameless horrors can be found atop a clown's hat.
Quite, whether you're talking about my Pelt, my MK1.5 Tonebender, my Burns Buzzaround, or my Ampeg Scrambler.
No Spam, as LL doesn't eat it - only disappointment, in the form of a few distressed-looking mushrooms and a bottle of Lidl own-brand kefir.
Were the mushrooms distressed before the Comte got to them? No comment.
No character we could scribble would be cruder than the man himself, trust me.
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*Writes out a letter to Vampire Schism (in red ink this time), during a brief interval.*
Fondest greetings, daughter, I trust all is well with you and that the castle is still in one piece.
*Chuckles at this, then realises how it could be interpreted.*
Hopefully, everything really is OK. As I have not heard from you in a while.
I have a few important tasks for you to do, so that everything can smoothly when I return.
1. Please send me a report on the apple cart, you should remember me saying that, in a previous letter, it is not to be upset under any circumstances. I do not wish to spend more money on expensive therapy sessions because of its overly sensitive nature.
2. Go to the castle library and research all books entitled "Where's Wally". I want you to familiarise yourself with everything, as I intend to go on another fantastic journey, this time with you.
3. Dedrick the professor is working on a project for me on the 3rd highest level of the castle. I'll explain everything when I return but, in the meantime, give him as much assistance as you can.
Again, hope all is well, and looking forward to hearing from you.
Dad.
The chances of
throwing 8 sixes in a row with 1d6
is about one in a million, 16 sixes
is about one in a billion, 24 sixes
is about one in a trillion – but
how different are these answers?
Well, one millionth of an Olympic
swimming pool is about 8 cups
of water, a billionth is about half
a teaspoon, and a trillionth is a
droplet a fraction of an inches
across.
Don't worry, I do, but it does beg the question of what he thinks about you.
On another note, The Dirty Dangler needs to deal with the mail service again. -_-
The Dirty Dangler Deals with the Mail Service II was famously banned in Blackpool.
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The chances of
throwing 8 sixes in a row with 1d6
is about one in a million, 16 sixes
is about one in a billion, 24 sixes
is about one in a trillion – but
how different are these answers?
Well, one millionth of an Olympic
swimming pool is about 8 cups
of water, a billionth is about half
a teaspoon, and a trillionth is a
droplet a fraction of an inches
across.
Alright, then what's the probability of throwing 40 sevens in a row with 1d10?
Alright, then what's the probability of throwing 40 sevens in a row with 1d10?The chances of
throwing 8 sixes in a row with 1d6
is about one in a million, 16 sixes
is about one in a billion, 24 sixes
is about one in a trillion – but
how different are these answers?
Well, one millionth of an Olympic
swimming pool is about 8 cups
of water, a billionth is about half
a teaspoon, and a trillionth is a
droplet a fraction of an inches
across.
Well to roll a 7 once is 1 in 10. So to do it 40 times you have a 1 in 10 chance each roll.
Notice the rolls are independent, meaning what I rolled last time does not affect my roll this time. My point is, independent rolls multiply.
Thus, P(throwing 40 sevens in a row with a d10) = (1/10)*(1/10)* ... * (1/10) "<- 40 times. so,..." = (1/10)^40
= 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000001
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Going back to the OP: P(8 sixes in a row with 1d6) = (1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6)*(1/6) = (1/6)^8 = 0.000000595374180765127...
(Note: I used Octave, a free math program I highly recommend learning https://octave.org/ . It is free.)
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The Dirty Dangler Deals with the Mail Service II was famously banned in Blackpool.Don't worry, I do, but it does beg the question of what he thinks about you.
On another note, The Dirty Dangler needs to deal with the mail service again. -_-
And believe you me, it takes an awful lot for Blackpool to ban something starring the Dirty Dangler.
What is the number of things you have never imagined?
Crognluuphs.
Being unable to imagine anything except information technology can't be much fun.
Donald Rumsfeld in PVC chaps.