You are an evil overlord planning to take over the world.
You have many minions working for you. You also have enslaved a scientist to work on your new evil plan to destroy the world.
Your scientist researched for 10 months the proper ratios of ingredients to mix in order to have the maximum effect of destruction.
However, after he finished his work, he refused to cooperate and give you his formula. You threatened him, tortured him and tried every method you tried in the past but with no luck; he knew how much damage would happen if he gave you the formula. You knew you can't get information from him in any way.
You know that the formula is very simple. It is a combination of two ingredients with different proportions. In your scientists lab, however, there are five different ingredients: red, yellow, blue, green and black. The formula can be a combination of any of the two in any different proportion. You only care about which ratio is the ideal for your plan. For example: 5 yellow 3 black.
When you look at your scientists computer you find only one file, labeled:
secret formula. However, when you open it, you only find this text:
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It appears to be an excerpt from moby dick with some modifications. You think that the scientist has hidden the secret formula somehow in the text. You tried to interrogate him again, but he was very stubborn. So, you decided to work on this on your own.
Can you figure out the correct ingredient ratios to destroy the world?