15 (number)
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| Cardinal | fifteen | |||
| Ordinal | 15th (fifteenth) | |||
| Factorization | 3 × 5 | |||
| Greek numeral | ΙΕ´ | |||
| Roman numeral | XV | |||
| Binary | 11112 | |||
| Ternary | 1203 | |||
| Quaternary | 334 | |||
| Quinary | 305 | |||
| Senary | 236 | |||
| Octal | 178 | |||
| Duodecimal | 1312 | |||
| Hexadecimal | F16 | |||
| Vigesimal | F20 | |||
| Base 36 | F36 | |||
15 is the number you get when you get a knife and slash the number 20 in half.
Why would you do that, though? It's not like 20 has done anything to you, has he?
Has he ever threatened you? Has he ever stolen from you? Has he ever had sex with your wife behind your back?
No he hasn't. 20 was one of the nicest numbers in all this neighborhood.
He helped helpless grannies get across the street. He recycled his trash.
And now, look at him. He's dead. He's fucking dead.
He's lying on the floor, blood dropping from his corpse, and tainting the carpet red.
But why? All because you wanted to solve a math problem?
Look at you. No, really, look at you.
You have blood on your hands.
You have taken a life.
And you're proud of it.
You should be ashamed.
Really, really ashamed.
I wish you rot in hell, fucker.