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Initial joy: "Only one question on the exam!" Final horror: It's an integral of √(tan x) dx. That's the mathematical equivalent of being told you only need to climb one mountain, then discovering it's Everest. Even calculators need therapy after attempting this one. The cross is a nice touch—perfect for the funeral of your GPA.

When your math-obsessed friend checks the calendar and realizes it's literally 1984! The equation shown (derivative of 496x⁴ divided by x³) equals 1984 when simplified. For the non-calculus crowd: 496×4x³/x³ = 1984. Pure mathematical poetry that George Orwell never saw coming. The real dystopia is having friends who communicate in derivatives instead of using normal human words.

The grammatical rules of English meet the existential crisis of mathematical set theory! Those poor snails are trying to apply linguistic rules to number theory, and honestly, I'm here for it. What makes this delicious is that rational numbers (fractions) are indeed countable in the mathematical sense - they can be put in a one-to-one correspondence with natural numbers. Meanwhile, real numbers (including irrationals like π and √2) form an uncountable infinity. The fourth panel's empty response is perfect - even the snails are stunned by the implications. This is the kind of joke that separates the math nerds from the normies. If you're laughing, congratulations! You probably spent way too much time in advanced math classes... just like me.

Every mathematician's nightmare! The meme brilliantly captures the existential dread of being asked to multiply two massive random numbers without a calculator. While society has social taboos about asking salary or age, mathematicians have their own special trauma—mental arithmetic with unwieldy numbers. It's like asking a cryptographer to quickly factor a 256-bit prime number while waiting for coffee. The mathematician's brain immediately goes into panic mode: "Do they expect me to actually compute 73829 × 91246 right now? In my HEAD?!" Pure mathematical terror in its natural habitat!

You've found the mathematician's version of "I wish for infinite wishes." Asking a genie to disprove the Riemann Hypothesis is like requesting they solve a million-dollar problem that's stumped the brightest minds for 160+ years. Slipping a natural number between 3 and 4? That's mathematically impossible—like asking someone to find a dry spot in the ocean. And downgrading 64-bit systems to 32-bit? That's just digital sadism that would make every programmer and gamer on earth want to hunt you down. No wonder the genie looks like he's contemplating whether your soul is worth saving or if he should just turn you into a TI-83 calculator.

When your calculus professor says "this integral is straightforward" but then hands you what appears to be a simple problem that fractures into a recursive nightmare. That fourth integral is just trolling at this point—it's basically the mathematical equivalent of saying "I'm going to need you to fill out form 27B-6, which requires you to first complete forms 27B-5 through 27B-1, each of which requires three other forms." The math department's subtle way of weeding out the weak while simultaneously creating job security for therapists.