Baccha's fallen sick. He's been infected. With mathematics!
Here's a conversation that took place over breakfast:
Me: hmm... I wonder which is the smallest prime number more than a million. Baccha is a million and one a prime number?
Baccha: What? How do you expect me to calculate that?
Amost in the same breath, less than a second later...
Baccha: No it isn't. 101 is a factor.
Me (completely befuddled): gaaa!!!
A short while later, in my room:
Baccha: SD you were born on August 14th right? Which year?
Me: Yup; '84.
Baccha: hmm... lets see... were you were born on a Tuesday?
Me: WTF? I have no idea... Why? How? Ok lemme check...
After checking the calendar...
Me: Baccha you freak!!!!! How the hell?
A person infected with mathematics remains human, but they may become very calculating.