The lead sweep saw him, transformed, and approached him. The other four soon did the same.
“Greetings,” he said.
“Target identified. Fugitive Direwolf. Capture, and bring to Lord Galvatron.”
Said the lead sweep.
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“Agreed, where is the fugitive?”
“You are the fugitive.”
The lead sweep replied, and reached out to grab him.
“Ooh, can you do math problems?”
The sweeps collectively looked at each other, a little confused at his response. Then they all looked at Dire, and approached him, reaching out to grab him.
“Well can you or not?”
“We are capable of mathematics. This is irrelevant.”
Said another sweep, as they five of them surrounded him.
“I know a really good one, a real brain puzzler.”
The sweeps closed in on him. Though they seemed a little confused.
“This is irrelevant.”
“Come on, you’ll like it.”
The sweeps stopped their advance. They then looked at each other, and then back to Dire.
“Proceed.”
One of them said.
“What is four divided by zero?”
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“Four, divided by zero is… is… is”
They all began to shake and rattle. Sparks flew from their heads.
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“Idiots,” he muttered as he continued on his way.
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As he did so, their heads began to burst, and one by one, they all collapsed.
“Not much in terms of computational power, eh?” he muttered as he continued to walk.
“I find a simple paradox works better.”
He heard someone behind him say.
“Hi.”