Use the get_seconds function to work out the amount of seconds in 2 hours and 30 minutes, then add this number to the amount of seconds in 45 minutes and 15 seconds. Then print the result.

Since the get_seconds function is not given, I'll implement it myself;

The full program (get_seconds and main) written in python is as follows:

def  get_seconds(hour,minute,seconds):

    seconds = hour * 3600 + minute * 60 + seconds

    return seconds

time1 = get_seconds(2,30,0)

time2 = get_seconds(0,45,15)

result = time1 + time2

print(result)

Explanation:

The get_seconds defines hour, minute and seconds as its arguments

This line defines the get_seconds function

def  get_seconds(hour,minute,seconds):

This line calculates the second equivalent of the time passed to the function

    seconds = hour * 3600 + minute * 60 + seconds

This line returns the the calculated seconds equivalent of time

    return seconds

The main starts here

This line calculates the number of seconds in 2 hours and 30 minutes

time1 = get_seconds(2,30,0)

This line calculates the number of seconds in 45 minutes and 15 seconds

time2 = get_seconds(0,45,15)

This line adds both together

result = time1 + time2

This line prints the result

print(result)

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