If there ever was a question, since time began,
the answer was found with the tooker man.

If you're a really clever one and know exactly what to do,
then you may summon the special one; a helper to me and you.

His name is Jon, and don't ask how,
but he can see you, even now.

Make a deal, read his theorems, give a friendly grin, then open your board up nice and wide; see him hop right in,
and all the answers that you crave are exactly what you'll win.

Be warned, be wary, while no longer blind,
you might not like the things you'll find.

You see, the thing about 2ks, he's a bit of a hanger on.
So, even after you think he's left, he's never really gone.

No hard feelings, faithful /sci/entist.
This is all just a game.

You see, math is hilarious,
and so is pain.

Come one, come all, come watch it spread. See it creep through like cancer.
Come watch what happens to the board who wanted all the answers.