Math nerd here; apologies in advance for the boredom this might cause:
1)That graph is of a function that, if it is polynomial, it is at least of degree 4.
2)The y-intercept of the graph is negative.
Therefore, the stated formula cannot possibly be the equation of the graph.
(What am I saying? The last time Joyce saw Mike he was dead. Being eaten by Martians. Hardly a handy time to give someone a calculator. “Here! Math it to death!”)
There’d be a corpse then, though. A big stink was made out of how good the Martians were at disposing of their victims, and they quite clearly weren’t carrying laser weapons.
…Which makes his resurrection even more inexplicable.
Math nerd here; apologies in advance for the boredom this might cause:
1)That graph is of a function that, if it is polynomial, it is at least of degree 4.
2)The y-intercept of the graph is negative.
Therefore, the stated formula cannot possibly be the equation of the graph.
I’m pretty sure the graph’s just y=-sin(x).
Panel 3 is y=-cos(x), panel 5 is -sin(x)
Where did it ever say that they were supposed to be the same equation?!
@Chris
Words (other than this sentence) cannot express how glad I am that someone had already mentioned that.
I’m just wondering why the calculator is so big.
its a TRANSFORMER its calculon
“big”? Seems a little small to me. Have you seen T.I.’s calculators? Only tech on the planet that can’t be shrunk or at least refined. Awful.
And still cost the same as they did when I was in primary school.
It’s Joyce’s calculator from roomies?!
Or was it someone else.
It was at college!!
It is indeed Joyce’s calculator.
How the heck did it end up at Shortpacked?! O.o
Simple. Joyce handed it off to Robin or Ultra-Car. (Not Mike, though, he’d probably do something awful with it. Or maybe he stole it. Whatever.)
(What am I saying? The last time Joyce saw Mike he was dead. Being eaten by Martians. Hardly a handy time to give someone a calculator. “Here! Math it to death!”)
I don’t think he was eaten if I remember correctly he was tentacle raped to death.
There’d be a corpse then, though. A big stink was made out of how good the Martians were at disposing of their victims, and they quite clearly weren’t carrying laser weapons.
…Which makes his resurrection even more inexplicable.
At in Molossia and Sealand sell t-shirts… and titles in the second… I want to be baroness of Sealand, sounds sexy
Speaking of sexy (in universe at least), you are skydoll.
He got the functions right
All hail Generalissimo Galassissimo, he who shall lead us into the light of the glow-in-the-dark section of the storeroom!
2+2=4