How to get to Sesame Street?

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer had a promise to keep and it was a labor of some strange love. Perhaps, it was his love of children and connection to the child-like or just his desire to do the unexpected. Who knew what moved the devil to his more bizarre behaviors.

Whatever the reason, one afternoon an over-sized Lucifer, 70 foot tall, starts rolling a 150 foot diameter chocolate chip cookie into the plaza like a wheel. The cookie wrapped in tin foil on the bottom and blue cellophane on the top. It takes a deft hands to lay the 50,000 pound cookie down without breaking it. The effort of baking it with his hellfire all the previous day and moving the gigantic mass has left even the devil tired.

His illusions shrunk down to his usual six and a half foot tall height once the labor of moving the enormous cookie was done. A huge sword is strapped across his back in the eventual need to slice this cookie in some effective manner. Sighing, he walks out into the center of the cookie about to unwrap it when he looks to the person at the edge of the cookie and calls out to them.

“Have you seen the gluttonous, blue monster that lives here?” He stands up to look at whomever has stopped. “I am in dire need of speaking with him.”

Leave it to the angel of sin to make a cookie so large it breaks the Guinness Book, not that this institution exists in the Nexus.

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[itmeanstruth]

“That does change the calculations...” Isamu mumbled to himself as he tried to work through the conversions in his head. It was more difficult when the base rates were not those ascribed to humans and thus, not second-nature in his memory.

“I’m about to mess with your measurements.” Minoru laughed, hopping over to the edge of the cookie. He was polite, though, and asked for Lucifer to cut him a piece rather than tear a chunk off with his bare hands.

“Honestly, Minoru, a serving size for a human compared to the size of the cookie itself is statistically insignificant considering the numbers I am working with.”

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer laughs jovially at all the mumbling from Isamu. "I think you've missed the point of the cookie's existence."

The tone has that big brother teasing sound that obviously transcends humanity and is possessed by angels as well. He cuts up a few, human sized pieces for Minoru.

"I believe the monster who intended on eating this is smaller than a human and perhaps capable of it." Lucifer was running his own experiments, or would be.

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru laughed as well.

“The point of its existence is to enjoy it, right?” He asked with a slight shrug, graciously accepting the cut pieces. “If he’s enjoying it by making it a math problem, then he got the point.”

Minoru, on the other hand, was enjoying it the more traditional way - with the sweet dessert all but melting in his mouth. All jokes about fire aside, Lucifer was a very good baker.

“Oooh, that’s good!”

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer considered and shrugged. "He is enjoying the concept of it existing and not the fact that it does exist. The cookie does not need to be here for your brother to do math. That is a major purpose for mathematics, theoretical exploration."

Lucifer leaned on the side of the cookie and looks to Isamu. "I indulge in the theoretical but you should make sure it does not isolate you from the rest of existence when you continue to choose thought over what is before you. Long ago, I went down that path and it had detrimental consequences for many beyond myself."

[itmeanscourage]

“But would he be doing that math were it not there?” Minoru shrugged. It was a legitimate question, not a rhetorical one. Knowing Isamu, he does sometimes just wake up in the morning with theoretical equations on his mind and work them for fun. He’d do it after Minoru showed him new parkour moves too, though that was more physics than math.

Isamu was startled a bit by Lucifer’s interruption, losing count, as it were.

“I would respectfully counter that one of the great rewards of existence itself is in determining how it came to be. Without that level of theoretical understanding, one cannot fully appreciate anything beyond the base senses.”

“Come on, bro. At least appreciate the taste sense. This is delicious!”