"I admit, you got tossed an easy problem to start with," said the mathematician with a depreciative shrug. If the little orange ball of convex angles wanted to demean the game, it was no skin off Sho's back substitution. He wasn't the one running the show... though whether knew that or not was another question.

"Maybe tonight you'll get thrown something a little more advanced, like those necropascals we had on Saturday," he said, chuckling. "We'll see how you like that level of Noise if they turn up the decibels. Hope you got a good partner, Player, 'cause I can't see you makin' it on your own."