"I was doing the work already, I wanted the glory, too," Ravi complains, thinking the long sleepless nights testing every condom known to mankind against the zombie virus, out of the love for his friends. That's not even mentioning the nights he'd spent trying to dig up a corpse to get its supply of tainted utopium back.

Ravi glances over his shoulder, noticing how many people are here and how small the house is. "It's a fairly private conversation," he admits, seeing as Mark is the only other person who knows the truth. "Not really party fare."