*is losing his mind over homework*

What's the problem?

Math problems.

Oh I can help you! Lemme see.

*gives Sovian the paper*

Alright... Um, here's an easy one! What's 6×3?

...

6×3!

I don't know-

6×3!

I DON'T-

6×3!

I LEGIT DON'T KNOW!

Six threes!

I don't know, what is it?!

WHAT IS IT?!

...

Get your Mum.

Why?!

BRITAIN!

*runs down the stairs*

What's the problem?!

Homework.

*throws paper into Britain's face*

*takes the paper off his face and looks at it*

What's 6×3?

I don't know!

6×3!

I DON'T KNOW!

What's 6+6?

Oh, 12!

NOW ADD 6!

: I DON'T KNOW! WHAT IS IT?!

WHAT IS IT?!

*widens his eyes and stares into space*

Get your math teacher.

Who?!

MR UN!

*busts open the front door*

WHAT?!

Homework.

*snatches the paper from Britain*

I TOLD YOU THIS! WHAT'S 6×3?!

I don't know!

Look, if Sovbrit has 6×3 amounts of this soap,

*points to Sovbrit sitting at a table with a lot of soap on it*

:>

How much this soap would she have?!

How much?!

HOW MUCH?!

O.o

*silence*

*still sitting at her table*

:>

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