it’s the 2nd century AD somewhere in Gaul. It’s late at night, you’re sneaking your way up to a Roman barrack. You quickly scribble a small message on the wall. “Romanes eunt domus!” It says, supposedly saying “Romans, go home!”. You then hear some footsteps behind you, before you can even turn around someone grabs your shirt from the back, holding you up a little. The female Roman reads your text and laughs a little.

“Romanes eunt domus? People called Romans they go to the house? What’s that supposed to mean?”

She looks at you expectantly.

“Well? Okay, let’s correct this. Firstly, Romanes isn’t a word. What’s the nominative singular of Roman?”