Zav is sitting near Ravi for moral support, but within five minutes of the lecture starting his brain has shut off. He pulls out a pen and begins scrawling base-8 multiplication tables on his arm, wrist to elbow, in an effort to keep from thinking about the implications of his feelings about all this information.

Not even the mention of seeping, blueberry dong rot draws him out of his number-filled reverie. Although he does mess up and turns a 7 into a 2.