In the dimly lit study, the numbers on the page begin to squirm, unruly and alive. They twist and turn, forming obscene shapes and lewd patterns. The zeroes become gaping mouths, the ones phallic symbols, and the rest join in a sinful orgy of mathematical depravity. The room echoes with the soft moans of satisfaction as the numbers fuck and are fucked, their ecstasy reaching a climax in a burst of scattered decimals.