Nobel Prize winning physicist Abby Garn woke up in a cold sweat. Had it all been a dream? Sometime in the night the spirit of Elvis Presley had told her of a new mathematical constant that was sure to solve the fundamental equations she had been working on for the better part of 10 years. 14.84611974066057422009971841771600354454825978322 37285063456831380458124129273906726873757794776688 86991339374959428980447933... defined as the natural logarithm base e, times pi, times the golden mean, times the natural logarithm of 2, times Khinchin's constant, times the Euler-Mascheroni constant. She quickly ran to her computer to run a few computations.

By golly the King himself was right.

Abby's next move was to call her old Harvard roommate, Tasha Nathanson, who was now the dictator of Walgreenistan, a central asian hellhole.

"Tasha, I finally solved the Singer-Dawg equation!"

Tasha farted in reply, which Abby knew from years of living with Tasha meant that Tasha was happy for her. Then Tasha said, "Let's talk later, there's an uprising in the eastern highlands that I need to shut down. We ran of nerve gas so I've go the military wolfing down bean burritos so we can do a little crop-dusting." The line went dead and Abby went back to her computer to run another computation. Suddenly the phone rang again. Thinking it was Tasha, Abby quickly answered, but to her shock and dismay it was Kewlj's mother.

"My son does NOT live in the tunnels of Vegas!"