“Baby, please, it’s not what it looks like,” begged Circle A as he scrambled to cover his mistress’s nude, uniformly-curved body with the duvet he’d shared with his wife for seven years. “I thought your night shift at the hospital was longer! I promise, her graphical representations of logical relations mean nothing to me! We didn’t have that many mutual attributes!”

“I swear, from the bottom of my radius,” groveled Circle A as his wife rotated silently on her infinitely-sided edge and began rolling away toward her sister’s house. “I can change my ways—you’re the only one I want to visualize overlapping datasets with, I see that now! Please, baby, come back! Think of the kids!"

At press time, Circle A had promised to make like a polygon and shape up.