The cheating-is-a-virtue crowd. Constant and planned, assuming reactions, predicting response. Engineering. It's generally a fragile strategy, extremely fragile when playing a tenacious opponent, one who is unpredictable, one who hates losing more than they love winning. No conceding, no quiting, keeping the bait in the water.
These math experts can't even add, only projections, analysis, calls, dumps, 4 standard deviations. Go to bed. Come back and try again tomorrow, count. Gather up the local 3rd grade classes, they can count too, add video cameras, 1, 2, 3, 4. Let's go, count, no recess until this assignment is complete.
The fix will be fixed somehow. It'll end in nightmare discontent for the washed. Too much justice, roughly 6-3. A supreme decision. The fruit of the cheating virtue is tasty poison, delicious and deadly, like my 2 mulligans yesterday. A slight stomach rumble grows into a loud roiling stew, a green tint hovers, bodily fluids seek escape, the mind worries, exhaustion, sweats, cheating is not a virtue.