Motherfucking Pumping Lemma Like a Motherfucker
Just when I thought that I had seen the last of it, there it was again, the pumping lemma smack dab in the middle of my Computational Complexity homework. Well, at the start, anyways. If you’re wondering, I swear a lot when my brain starts to mush up from abstract thought. This actually isn’t that bad — last summer (or the summer before) when I proved that Santa was NP complete, I later swore such a blue streak — no, a black streak that the very fabric of existence split in twain and hell was unleashed upon earth.
Oh! I thought that demon from the portal today looked familiar!
