*Werbert walks alone on a smoky, crater-filled battlefield. He clutches his backpack in his weary arms, his tattered clothes flapping in the breeze. Nearby lay the broken and shattered corpses of math, business, and accounting.*
But wait...
*The three corpses stir. Slowly, math reaches for his saber, in a last ditch attempt to defeat Werbert. Our hero notices and pulls out a pencil, ready to strike. Math raises the saber as Accounting and Business reload their weapons. Werbert lunges to attack....*
To be continued... 
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Still looking for my antidiluvian baby