“The numbers are wrong, pet.”
She shook her head, raised her voice in a surprisingly sudden fit of anger, “No! They’re right! You just don’t want to give me any candy!”
Hehe.
Coil put a hand on her shoulder. She pulled away, but he held her firm. He had to raise her voice to be heard over her squeals, and he shook her just a little to be sure she was listening, “Last question, then you’ll get your candy, I promise.”
Better make it count, Coil – not sure that little accident with the last two questions is gonna make the Undersiders much more confident in your abilities.
She began to settle, and Coil was calmer when he spoke again, more like his usual, reasonable self, “Just give me the number, again, if I sent the Undersiders out to fight Kaiser, without giving them my help. What percentage, that they come back intact?”
“Twelve point three one three three percent-”
Yep, there we go. This time he kept the terms the same as for the last two questions, and she answered accordingly.
Coil stood, swiftly. He turned to the soldier that stood nearby, “Give her what she wants.”
The soldier guided the girl back through the door.
Coil muttered to himself, “There’s some anomaly at work, here. The numbers can’t skew that much, that fast. More than a thirty percent drop…”
It’s a simple case of having to be careful about exactly what you ask for.
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