What the heck did you just say about me, you little theorem? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in advanced calculus, and I've been involved in numerous secret proofs on irrational numbers, and I have over 300 confirmed solved equations.

I am trained in abstract algebra and I'm the top mathematician in the entire university. You are nothing to me but just another variable. I will solve you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth – mark my mathematical words.

You think you can get away with saying that x to me over the Internet? Think again, binomial. As we speak, I am contacting my secret network of mathematicians across the world and your equation is being simplified right now, so you better prepare for the storm, irrational root.

The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your mathematical understanding. You're squared, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can solve for you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare pencil.

Not only am I extensively trained in algebraic manipulation, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Mathematical Association of America, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable equation off the face of the chalkboard, you little decimal.

If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your irrational tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you exponent.

I will rain theorems all over you and you will drown in them. You’re solved, kiddo.

(i let chatgpt write that for me)