Hold on a minute.

Let me get this straight. I went from nearly having a heart attack to having to stick a Post-It on my chest? Words fail me. First, I had to kneel on a Jesus comic, and now I have to stick a sheet of paper to my sternum. Are they trying to get hair samples or something? I think before I go off adhering slips of parchment to my breastbone, I'll read the rest of what they have to say.