Alright. Some early morning mental gymnastics. So, from mathematics, I'll move into an area I'm somewhat more comfortable with: telling you that this is a fucking joke and I'll come to your house and do it for free because its about as difficult as ironing a shirt. If you don't know how to iron a shirt, there's no hope for you and you and Paris Hilton will die stupid, rich, and alone.
*sigh* I'm sorry for picking on stupid people and Paris Hilton. Jesus knows you all have more to worry about than ironing shirts and playing video games. Life is hard, I know.