A/N: People responded quite well to this, so it's going to be a series! The aim of this is now not only for you people to waist your time and laugh, but also to teach you people the basic things you learn in school! Hahaha! All of you will be tearing your hair out with all the "schooly stuffs"

Yes, I know it's short.

This was created because of one of the Maths lessons I had the other day.

Thanks for all the reviews!

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Optimus had not been happy with Prowl's outburst during their battle with the Decepticons. Sure he had driven the Decepticons back without much injuries to their troops, but saying that he could no be called 'Prime' was preposterous! Unacceptable! Intolerable! Insufferable! Unbearable! Unendurable! Not condonable and downright wrong! And since he was in such a bad mood, Prowl had found himself in the rec. room, with a human sized toothbrush and a pail of soapy water.

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The rec. room was gigantic, enormous, even ginormous (Gigantic+Enormous). The ratio of the surface of the bristles of the slagging toothbrush to the surface of the rec. room floor was approximately 1:1000000000000. Prowl's doorwings twitched in annoyance as another toothbrush snapped between his fingers. Hotel toothbrushes were obviously not very reliable. This was the 59th toothbrush he had broken since morning. He had been scrubbing the rec. room floor since 5a.m. in the morning!

"There you are Prowler! I wanted to ask ya about some of the new battle strategies ya came up with."

Prowl cringed as he heard the dreaded sound of a miniscule plastic rod with tiny bristles made for human oral hygiene snapping between his fingers. He turned around to face Jazz as his doorwings twitched in annoyance for the 78th time that morning.

"Oh man Prowl, you're actually annoyed n' Prime's in a bad mood…Hide everyone! The apocalypse is coming!" Jazz suddenly yelled for the whole rec. room to hear, flailing his arms in the air.

Prowl just stared back at Jazz and twitched his doorwings again.

"Seriously Prowler, don't ya find it weird? You n' Prime are the most patient mechs in the Ark! If both of ya are in a bad mood, it's like seein' Obama with a recycling bin on his head, wearin' a tutu, doin' the Cancan while balencin' on a flyin' saucer on the Empire States Buildin'!"

"May I ask who this 'Obama' is?"

"Ain't he the president?"

"No he isn't. I have never even heard of the name 'Obama'"

"Jus' thought it sounds like a president's name."

Prowl facepalmed as Jazz assumed 'The Thinker' position on one of the rec. room chairs. Prowl turned around again and continued his tedious job until he heard the dreaded voice that caused all this in the first place…

"Prowl!"

Prowl cringed visibly as another toothbrush broke. The new tooth brush he too from his subspace. THE 61st SLAGGING TOOTHBRUSH! Prowl spun around to face Spike Witwicky and gave him a stare that would have Unicron heading for the hills.

"Um, Prowl, why are you… never mind. Can you help me clarify something? I don't think this makes sense. Oh hi Jazz! What's with the position?"

Jazz straightened and waved at Spike and then assumed a 'Mona Lisa' position. Prowl facepalmed again as Spike looked confused.

"Alright Spike, one question. One."

Spike finally stopped staring at Jazz and asked, "If you squareroot 7 seven times, then square it seven times, then subtract 7, what should you get?"

"That's simple, 0."

"But my scientific calculator says it's negative nine point nine six, times ten, to the power of negative twelve."

Prowl stared disbelievingly and took the calculator into his hands. He keyed in the equation, and got the same answer.

"But if I use a normal calculator, I'll get 0.0000…00013."

Prowl tried in vain to compute the information. He ran the equation through his logic processor again and again, but could find no fault in his answer. He scanned the room and saw Preceptor walk in.

"Preceptor! Do you by any chance have a scientific calculator with you now?" Prowl said in a shaky voice.

"I do have one now. In fact I was just experimenting on it seeing how…"

Prowl ignored Preceptor and snatched the scientific calculator away from him. He keyed in the equation again, but this time got negative five point 99, times ten, to the power of negative twelve!

Prowl could not digest the data. By right, if you squareroot 7 seven times and then square it seven times, you should still get 7! And 7 minus 7 is 0! How could it possibly be one of these numbers with at least twelve decimal places?

Prowl started to feel his logic processor and his battle computer heat up and pain in his cranium. He knew it was inevitable now.

"Timber!" exclaimed Jazz as Prowl crashed to the floor with a loud "Clank!" as he assumed the position of a lumberjack.

"Jazz, I suggest you stop looking through my history notes."

Ratchet was going to have a fit when he saw Prowl. Or rather, his smoking cranium…

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A/N: So, what do you think? I really want to know. Please review if you have the time.

This is true! It is not a trick! Try it on your calculators! Whether it is a simple or scientific calculator doesn't matter! All different calculators give you different answers!

And yes, Jazz can predict the future! He knows about Obama!