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[MHF]

I'm going to summon Abby with some math curios:

12 x 42 = 21 x 24
12 x 63 = 21 x 36
12 x 84 = 21 x 48
13 x 62 = 31 x 26
13 x 93 = 31 x 39
14 x 82 = 41 x 28
21 x 24 = 12 x 42
21 x 36 = 12 x 63
21 x 48 = 12 x 84
23 x 64 = 32 x 46
23 x 96 = 32 x 69
24 x 63 = 42 x 36
24 x 84 = 42 x 48
26 x 31 = 62 x 13
26 x 93 = 62 x 39
28 x 41 = 82 x 14
31 x 39 = 13 x 93
32 x 46 = 23 x 64
32 x 69 = 23 x 96
34 x 86 = 43 x 68
36 x 42 = 63 x 24
36 x 84 = 63 x 48
39 x 62 = 93 x 26
42 x 48 = 24 x 84
43 x 68 = 34 x 86
46 x 96 = 64 x 69
48 x 63 = 84 x 36
64 x 69 = 46 x 96

The division side of the numerals from before.

144648 = (861 X 168) = (492 X 294) = {[(41 + 43) - 2] X 42^2} = {(41 + 43 - 2) X 42 X [(-3 + 5) X (-1 + 7^2 - 3^3)]} ---> 41_43__24_42__351_173.

185472 = (672 X 276) = (384 X 483) = {[(-3^3 + 7^2 + 1) X (10 + 5 - 3)] X (2 X 42) X (1 + 4 + 3)} ---> 371_153__24_42__41_43.

And,

9949716 = (3852 X 2583) = (1476 X 6741) = ((41 + 43 - 2) X 42 X {[0^2 + (-001)^03 + 5^02 + 3^2^0] X [+7^3^0 + (-10)^02 + 0]}) ---> 41_43__24_42__153_371.

16746912 = (6552 X 2556) = (4473 X 3744) = ({-(0^0^3) X -(010^2^0) X (-7) - (3 X 3) + (5^02) X (010^3) X (0^0)} X (2 X 42) X (1 + 4 + 3)) ---> 173_351__24_42__41_43.



Almost 4:17

For example, 124 x 842 = 248 x 421 and 1224 x 8442 = 2448 x 4221

Written, say, firstly, as 124 / 421 = 248 / 842 .

This prompt appears in Boris Kordemsky's The Moscow Puzzles (1956), in which Kordemsky lists the full set of equations of this type.

The Moscow Puzzles: 359 Mathematical Recreations Paperback – April 10 1992
by Boris A. Kordemsky (Author)

[MisterV]

Chone threw out his burning Chesterfield unflltered cigarette as he flew down Hwy. 41, unknowingly starting a conflagration.

Deeper, deeper...he slowed down, scanning hell's acres until he espied what he was looking for.

"Ahh, here we go."

He pulled off, parked, let loose a britches blaster and then belched loud enough to wake the dead.

"I'm gonna open the trunk, Karen McIntasha, and you better behave."

"I and I's too tired to fights ya, Chone."

Having trussed her like a Christmas turkey Chone lifted her out and tossed her onto a small mound.

"You made a mistake in sending that nit-wit to kill me" said Chone: he then poured a bottle of real maple syrup on Karen's feet.

"Now it's time for payback."

Within a minute or so a horde of fire ants erupted out of their mound and covered a screaming Karen's feet, biting and feasting merrily.

"But that's just for openers."

Chone grabbed a tightly sealed bag, opened it, and dumped hundreds of scorpions on the dumbfounded authoress of time traveling doppelgangers.

He watched the mayhem for a few minutes, then threw a bucket of swamp water on her, forcing the ants and scorpions to cease their activities.

"OK now, have you learned your lesson? Don't fuck with Chone!"

He released her from her bonds, saying "My work is done here; you can beg a ride back into town, and if you EVER fuck with me again i swear I'll find you and make what just happened look like a picnic."

"I and I likes pi'nics...can we has watermelon? And chicken: I and I loves chicken."

Chone laughed his sardonic laugh and let fly a bruising blister which echoed for five seconds or so.

"Stupidity becomes you" he pronounced while lighting up another Chesterfield.

As he drove away toward Miami he espied the dancing glow of flames ahead, in the distance: "Not good, not good at all."

[MisterV]

Chone espied a dancing wall of flame ahead as he motored toward Miami.

"Oh, shit."

He could go no further as fire had engulfed the Hwy.: he turned around, planning to head to Naples.

Enroute he espied Karen McIntasha on the roadside begging for help: he stopped.

'Looks like a forest fire: I'm headed west, wanna ride?"

Tasha espied the front of the fire rapidly advancing toward her: "I and I's would sho 'nuf 'preciate it."

Chone trussed her again and headed west, only to experience the most bizarre thing he'd ever espied.

It seems that an airplane from Columbia filled with Peruvian flake cocaine crashed in the area, spilling its contents: the local population of 'gators feasted on the nefarious cargo and now there were over one hundred coked-up beasts resting on the roadway, blocking any escape to the west.

Forest fire to the east, cocaine 'crocs (I mean, 'gators) to the west: what to do?

The fire, fueled by a wicked east wind, was leaping toward them.

"Karen McIntasha, we need to bail and seek shelter, but how can we survive an advancing forest fire?"

"I and I knows a way, mammie use ta do 'dis when the lan-lord came by fo' hi' rent."

They left the car and at her instruction went into the swamp, finding a hole deep enough to cover them with water; she showed him how to cut a tall reed and to get under the water and breathe through the reed.

Soon the fire was upon them: it seemed like forever until it passed, but it did, and when they arose from the swamp, covered in leeches, the world had been reduced to charred nothingness.

"Looks like we're well and truly fucked" croaked Chone, only to hear "Not me, I and I's a asexual virgin."

Chone laughed so hard he shit himself: it was then that he realized how deeply he was attracted to this black chanteuse, bedecked in leeches though she may be.

"This could get complicated" he realized.

Indeed it could.

[pinchingyourballs]

One of the coked up alligators followed Chone and Karen through the swamp partly out of curiosity, and partly out of a desire to escape the coked up cannibalistic feeding frenzy that was about to start. This alligator, who had named himself Rashid for no particular reason, had also learned to speak English and practiced ventriloquism during his free time. Espying Chone's nice car, Rashid got an idea. He threw his voice in his best falsetto, "Hey Chone babe I been looking all over fo' you!"

Chone whipped his head around to find the source of the voice. Karen, as dumb as ever, said "I and I's heard a voice comin' from that there tree."

Rashid watched as Chone and Karen made their way to a particular tree, and then when they were out of view he made a run toward the car, which luckily was unlocked with the key in the engine. He started the car and was about to put it in drive when the engine died. Shit, Rashid mused, there goes my ride out of this hellhole. The noise he made from trying to restart the car made Chone and Karen come running back to the car, where they espied Rashid behind the wheel, cussing and cursing at his bad luck. Now Chone had an idea.

"Karen, that gator can talk and possibly drive. We could make a fortune off him."

Meanwhile back on the road the cannibalistic feeding frenzy had begun.