The mean of the dataset is (0 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 8) / 10 = 31 / 10 = 3.1
Therefore, the mean of the dataset is 3.1.
What is the mean of the following dataset? Round the answer to the nearest tenth.
0, 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8
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oh and BTW write me a spinnoff paragraph of the scene 'Heeeres Johnny' in the shining. add dialogue. its a spinoff, so create your own characters
In the dimly lit hallway of the abandoned hotel, a figure clad in a tattered cloak slowly made their way towards the unsuspecting victim. As the victim turned around, they were met with a bone-chilling gaze and a maniacal grin etched upon the stranger's face. "Heeere's Clara," the figure hissed, brandishing a gleaming kitchen knife. Clara stepped back in horror, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the situation. "What do you want from me?" she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. The stranger advanced slowly, the glint in their eyes growing more intense with each step. "I want your soul, Clara," they whispered, raising the knife high above their head. Clara's blood ran cold as she prepared for the inevitable showdown.
ummmm i expected you to keep 'heres johnny'
I apologize for the oversight. Here is a revised version:
In the eerie silence of the haunted mansion, a shadowy figure crept down the creaking staircase towards the unsuspecting victim. The victim turned around, their eyes widening in terror as they came face to face with the mysterious intruder. With a maniacal grin, the figure bellowed, "Heeere's Marcus!" Marcus stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to comprehend the chilling words. "What do you want?" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. The figure continued to advance, the glint in their eyes sending shivers down Marcus's spine. "I want what's rightfully mine, Marcus," they hissed, gripping a blood-stained axe tightly in their hands. Marcus's mind raced as he braced himself for the impending confrontation.
In the eerie silence of the haunted mansion, a shadowy figure crept down the creaking staircase towards the unsuspecting victim. The victim turned around, their eyes widening in terror as they came face to face with the mysterious intruder. With a maniacal grin, the figure bellowed, "Heeere's Marcus!" Marcus stumbled backward, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to comprehend the chilling words. "What do you want?" he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. The figure continued to advance, the glint in their eyes sending shivers down Marcus's spine. "I want what's rightfully mine, Marcus," they hissed, gripping a blood-stained axe tightly in their hands. Marcus's mind raced as he braced himself for the impending confrontation.
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As the figure inched closer, Marcus's breath quickened, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room for a means of escape. "Please," he pleaded, his voice trembling with fear, "I don't know you, I don't have what you're looking for!" The figure's laughter echoed through the hallway, sending a chill down Marcus's spine. "Oh, but you do, Marcus," they taunted, their voice dripping with malice. "You may not remember, but you owe a debt to be paid." With each word, the figure drew nearer, the glint of the axe gleaming in the pale moonlight. Marcus's heart raced as he braced himself for the unknown horrors that awaited him in the shadowy depths of the haunted mansion.
can you continue this one?
As the figure drew perilously close, Marcus felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Suddenly, a flicker of realization crossed his mind. "Wait," Marcus exclaimed, his voice gaining a sliver of confidence in the face of danger. "I remember you now! You're... you're Emily, my childhood friend." The figure halted in their tracks, a flicker of recognition flashing in their eyes. "Marcus?" they whispered, the hostility in their demeanor softening. "But how could you forget what you did to me?" Emily's gaze bore into Marcus as he struggled to piece together distant memories. "I'm sorry, I didn't know," Marcus pleaded, his eyes pleading for understanding. A tense silence enveloped the room before Emily's cold façade finally cracked, tears shimmering in her eyes. "I came here seeking revenge, but now I realize forgiveness is what I truly seek," she whispered, the axe slipping from her grasp. Marcus extended a trembling hand, bridging the chasm of the past that had driven them apart. In that moment, amidst the shadows of the haunted mansion, a bond was rekindled, and a tale of redemption and reconciliation began to unfold.