Hello tristan was a good boy

Hello tristan was a good boy

and Triscuits are good crackers! Boys who are good shall receive good crackers. Tristan received a Triscuit. Mmmmm... Good Triscuit. Good Tristan.

Okay! Now that the ground rules are set, let's move onto today's topic: partial differential equations. The thing to remember... oh, OK, yes Tristan?" "Triscuit?" "No no snack time

during math class! I told you once if I told you one-thousand times, you fat little--" the teacher caught himself, but the children had heard enough and gaped at him in shock. He

stumbled back to the lectern. "If I ever see you maggots after this year. I will deny ever knowing you. Do you now how important Trigonometry is to the rest of your life? You make

sick! You, there were are you from?" Spotty faced kid shouts, "Detroit, SIR!" "I didn't know they stacked crap that high out in Detroit!" The Math Drill Instructor was screaming

Bloody murder over the lack of evidence produced by Dr. Pvfzvhsky who had a degree in forensics, supposedly understanding how electric dolphins could swim. The Math Drillmaster

had lost his mind, demanding that everyone recite the entire 1-100 multiplication table before each meal and making them start over if they made a mistake. So they tied him up and

stuffed him in a closet. "I'm sorry," little Sally sobbed, "but I can't let you do this to me." The six year old pulled out a lighter, and set her father on fire. "F*ck math."

Sally skipped town that day, a bag in hand. She was spotted one final time, on board the outgoing train to Toledo. If the train left at 3:30pm, what time did Sally reach Toledo?