Pedmas, you poor thing. Would you like to talk about how it makes you feel? I know on good word Alternians don't exactly exercise much control over their chosen nomenclature. The Lusus Curae regurgitate it for you upon your arrival beyond the breaches of the Brooding Trials. It must feel almost all for naught just to have a hard-earned triumph of yours quashed by the meddlesome insistences of others. How about we solve it together? Something conventional, arithmetic. Step by step procedure.