Slice of life 

I asked the mathematician if there was a musical number. We went to four bars seeking a solution.
I told the mathematician I had tried to enter a pie eating contest but I was told pie was only for winners.
And so I asked the mathematician whether there was a musical number. She danced around the issue.
I told the mathematician I had constructed a chart which converts dollars to donuts. She pointed out a hole. In my theorem.
And so I asked the mathematician if there was a musical number. This is a reprise. It’s a fraction of the earlier number.
So I told this mathematician that I was concerned next they are coming for object permanence. Some of you didn’t see that one coming. Out of sight out of mind.
And so I asked the mathematician how to slice a pie. And she said she wasn’t into division. Then our pies did multiply. At this point we were up to our ears in pie. And we were in arrears on pie. And that’s a sweet conundrum no matter how you slice it. We ducked out on the bill.
The duck billed the platypus $.15.