Ravi has absolutely not received any strange chain mail letters, which is for the best because the last time he got a spam email like that, he'd deleted it even though it swore that his mother would die in seven minutes if he didn't. It's a good thing she hadn't, because superstition over that sort of thing is the last thing that Ravi needs. Still, here? Here, it's not at all a superstitious thing, because he well and truly believes that the consequences are true.

That said, this seems...well, he's not entirely sure that you can be threatening when you're insisting that someone shares. Well, you could be, in his mind, but it sort of turns into a mental image of a tiny little kindergartner with his hands on his hips, a lisp, and a very adorable demand that sharing is caring and teamwork.

Clearly, Liv on maternal brains the one time is more than enough to scar him. "I'm just saying," he says, raising his hand, "that if you're hoping to avoid punishment from our benevolent overlords, I'll help with that coffee," he says, with a point to the various packs around, acting like it might be a true hardship when really, he might actually go into catatonic and euphoric shock at his first sip in so long.