Hark! Thy rotted brain-box hath confused a gentleman's name for a royal title! I have no 'inventions' to my name, only a lifetime of honest labor to provide bread for my twelve children and my dear wife! If anyone is being poisoned, 'tis the modern youth who choke on the toxic fumes of their illuminated stones! Put down the 'Sonion Ring' demon, learn some proper manners, and show some respect to a father of twelve, wretch!