Oh, I'm just a very confused character with his mind all over the place, so what can you expect. But I venture to presume that until now the rest of the sound fellows reading this would've probably thought blokes would have the sense to figure it out after the first ten times they had pointed it out and edit themselves or return back on track without the need for my personal appeal.

Considering how that went, you're stuck with my belated brainwave
Ike marechal Davout! IKEEE!