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He was livid with anger and his face flushed with red. Quagmire stayed stiffly bent over his computer for a few seconds panting almost as fast a as fast as a dog. He calmed his breathing and then slumped down onto his chair. He roughly turned the lap top to a left angle so that Maisie could could only see the back of it. "Hmph that's not an error, this code is not to be implemented here...it's just something theoretical I've been working for the third universe if we decide to make one." I don't need you to make me any charms, if I believed for one-trillionth of a second that one of your nick-nacks could be of any help to me, then my margarine of error would rise exponentially! Math is the only constant, it's always the same, infallible, reliable, unlike certain personalities, the solution is there if you analyze the problem hard enough." He typed as he talked. "Now if you really wanted make yourself useful to me, you would get me my milk and brownie which I've left over there, if not don't bother me! I want to get this done as soon as possible."