The Mathematical Ninja played an implausible trick shot, not only removing himself from a cleverly-plotted snooker, but potting a red his student had presumed safe and setting himself up on the black. Again. “One!” he said, brightly, and put some chalk on the end of his cue.
The student sighed. “You were going to tell me about how to work out twenty-sixths, sensei.”
“Eight!” The white smashed into the pack, and the remaining fourteen reds wound up conveniently in line with pockets. “Ah, yes, twenty-sixths. You know about thirteenths, of course?”
“Yes, sensei, you multiply by 77, knock…
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