Incompetently Flirt with the Lister Above You

Hey baby, I'm a mathematician and I'd love to give you a cream 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197...
*At first you laugh, impressed at his amazing memory but as the numbers keep coming, as his eyes, unblinking, bore into your very soul, as the world around you erases and only the constant, infinite stream of numbers remains, you realize, you've entered the Twilight Zone.*
 
You look so much better in person than the pictures that PI I paid took of you.

And don't even get me started on how much better your voice is than it sounds where I put those bugs
 
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