So don't bring you as the back-up to my knife-fight in the alleyway between the Sharks and the Jets, got it.

[As if Ravi would have any idea of what to do in a knife-fight. This past year has involved a few scuffles that he'd rather forget, but it's been a bit of an anomalous year in more ways than one.]

Guess I could always hang onto one of those forms. Just in case. Possibly fill out multiple copies in anticipation of them becoming cinders.