“Well Norman, if you know how to drive this thing, put the pedal to the metal,” said Hannah, “we totally have to catch up to Greg!” Norman sat down in his comfortable leather chair, rolled up his sleeves, wiped some of the spinach and mustard out of his eyes and then rubbed it onto his pants leg. Then he took a deep breath and started to press some buttons.
The flying elevator started to shake and bump. The lights started to flicker and suddenly there was silence; there was darkness and of course there was sadness…
“I thought I knew how to drive this thing,” muttered Norman, “but this must be the new turbo-charged model.”
Everyone was silent and depressed. There was just the sound of the wind going by the elevator and the laughing voice of the Evil Wizard in the background as the dark class fell deeper and deeper towards the center of the earth…
As a matter of fact the elevator was already another 7 x 8 miles deeper.
How many miles deeper was it?
(If you need a hint, watch Mr. R.’s music video about multiplying 8 x 7!)
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