The bois have found math jail.
The unit circle is a dark place.
Filled with trigonometry, cosecants, and their worst fear...
... literature.
Clarke shivered as they yeeted farther and farther away from the circumference of the unit circle.
The reference angles circled menacingly like vultures over roadkill.
Ethel: "we've done it. We've found the hole."
Robin: "that's what she said."
Clarke slapped him.
