the lipstick away aggressively he repeats the word in his head one syllable at a time: Ant-ro-po-fuck-ing-morph-ism!

And she… it… They… Are nothing more than ants!

In his attempt to remove the lipstick he smudged it across her cheek making more of amess out of her appearance. Frustrated he marks her forehead with the X and spins her around to attach the explosive to her back. Looking up over her shoulder so he can operate without seeing what he was doing he distracts himself from the job by drifting into his thoughts.

Steve: I read a book once called Zen in the art of archery. It was pretty cool. Basic enough as an explanation of Zen but a good starting place to begin to understand the