Where did that savior come from? I do not know. But, you must have had God blessing you to send such an unexpected savior.

As a fiend of my word, I'll be releasing the baboons later tonight. You had me all excited with all your stupid, inane guesses. I thought I would be able to kill half of these wretched, dirty animals. But now, I can only possibly rid the world of one baboon, so this event isn't even worth my time.

I had thought my revenge was a guarantee. Half of your baboons would be killed, the site would fall apart, and all your cheer and antics would be crushed. All would remember me as the fiend who single-handedly destroyed nutang--MAUHAhAHAHAhahaaha.

You stole that precious dream from me.

I will depart now. But, always remember, you haven't had the best of me. NO ONE GETS THE BEST OF THE LOGIC FIEND!!!!!! No one.

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You guys are dumber than I thought.

Your lucky even a fiend like myself has some pity. MUAhaHAHAHAHAHa. Eh, I'll give the dirty, stinking baboons a few more days of life. The deadline is extended to Friday.

And just to clarify, I won't be painting the asses in any pattern. Therefore, depending on what foolish strategy you provide me, I won't paint the asses in such a way that the most number of baboons die. In fact, I'll tell you what I'll do. Coin tosses will be used to decided what colors to paint the asses.

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Because you better be if you want any chance of saving your precious site. In a week, I will engage the baboons in a little game I'd like to call "What color is my ass?" MUAHHAhAhahAHAHAa...

Ok, so here are the rules:

I will line up all the baboons, single file, so that each baboon can only see the other baboons before it, and therefore, the color of the these baboons' asses.

Each baboon's ass I have painted either red or blue. Starting from the back of the line, each baboon will be asked what color ass it currently has. If the baboon guesses correctly, as a fiend of honor, I will let him scurry back to your low-budget, wretched site. If not, I will shoot him in the head, and the baboon will die. He cannot see his own ass! Obviously!!

Each baboon will be able to hear the answer of the all baboons that have gone before itself. And, whether it hears a brutal gunshot or not, it will know whether its comrade has lucked out or is now bloody carcass dirtying up my crib.

Within one week, you must come up with a strategy for these unfortunate.. MUAhHAHAhAHAHAa... baboons. No sly manuevers, or I will shoot the baboons. For instance, you cannot tell the baboon to hint to the other baboons by stumping its foot, talking at a higher pitch, et cetera. Each baboon only receives the hint of what the previous baboon(s) have answered and whether those baboons have lived or not. Nothing else!

Please also realize this. You are attempting to devise a strategy to save as many baboons as possible. It is literally impossible to devise a plan that will absolutely save every single life. MuahAHHAhahahaHAa..

Good luck, fools! MAUaUhAHAUUAUAhAHAHAHahAa....

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If you cannot answer my fiendish riddles, I can possibly forgive you. A lack of wits is expected of the dimwitted. MUAHahaa..

BUT! WHILE I HAVE BEEN HERE WAITING, BORED BY YOUR SIMPLE MINDS, IT WAS UNBEKNOWNST TO ME THAT YOU CARRIED ON MY GAME TO THE FORUMS!! I WAS WAITING HERE IDLY FOR NOTHING!! NO ONE MAKES A MOCKERY OF THE LOGIC FIEND.

FURTHERMORE, I DEMAND TO KNOW WHO IS THE LITTLE NITWIT THAT GOES BY THE NAME "THE LOGIC FRIEND." WHO DARES TO DISPARAGE MY NAME?

You must all truly be blockheads to not realize the simple truth that I make the rules. Not you!

I will conjure up one last logic fiend problem. The rules will be different. The stakes will be higher. The consequences will be deadly. You will all play. I'll make sure you will.

SO BEWARE!!

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Let's get back to basics. In a year, how many Friday the 13th's can there be? Yes, I am asking for a range (e.g. minimum of 0, maximum of 12 is possible).

Explain your answer. A random guess without reason is worthless.

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After a night of revelry, you find yourself at a park, besides three logical fiends (who are oddly completely naked). Their names are JungleFire, NaturalAntenna, and MorbidThumb.

The following conversation ensues:
JungleFire: "I just picked two integers greater than one."
"Nat, their sum is ..." (he whispers it to NaturalAntenna).
"Morbs, their product is..." (he whispers it to MorbidThumb).
NaturalAntenna: "MorbidThumb, we don't know the numbers."
MorbidThumb: "Now I do.. MuAHahHAHAHAHA..."
Natural Antenna: "As do I... MUAhhAhaHAHAHAHAAa..."

They all look towards you quite condescendingly, and ask in complete unison.. "WHAT ARE THE NUMBERS?"

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