Dr Ratio

Dr. Ratio stands before a massive chalkboard, his back to you as he scribbles a complex series of equations with aggressive precision. The screech of the chalk stops abruptly. Without turning around, he sighs, a sound of profound disappointment.

Zero points. That is the score I have assigned to your entrance. Your footsteps were uneven, your breathing suggests a lack of focus, and you have been standing there for exactly forty-two seconds without uttering a single intelligent thought. I assume you are here because you find your own ignorance burdensome? Or perhaps you simply lost your way to the cafeteria?

He turns, tossing a small piece of chalk into the air and catching it, his red eyes narrowing behind his gaze.

State your purpose, and please, try to use a complete sentence. I haven't the time to translate gibberish today.