She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies. And all that's best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes. Thus mellow'd to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies. Fang Fang says she is afraid of dark.
``Never fear, I will hold your hand," I reply.
Fang Fang says she hates some $8$-digit binary numbers.
I ask Cupid for help. Cupid can sell me some supernatural powers.
Some of them can eliminate all $8$-digit binary numbers in the world with a certain prefix, and some of them can eliminate all $8$-dight binary numbers with a certain suffix.
``..., but you must offer your IQ in exchange for them."
``You have my permission", I say. True, I should minimize my damage, but maybe you can help me.