"The Bodyguard isn't awful, you attempting to carry my lanky frame is," Ravi clarifies, because he feels like he needs to make sure that it's known that he has absolutely nothing against the movie. Taking the dog into his arms, a smug look crosses his face. "They thought I was mad for insisting that a viral strain was going to potentially decimate the earth and thought my plans and ideas were too out there."

"Now who's laughing, with a zombie threat looming? I mean, no one. Maybe Blaine, some idiots, but still, I was right," he insists, scratching Minor's ears. "Yes, I was," he tells the dog, "I was very right."