Intent

Thin, sharp eyes focus atop a soft nose and a magnificent, heroic mustache. The man on the ground, trembling, with that putrid Lilibrow disgusts Scott beyond reason.

“Please,” says the man on the ground, “it doesn’t have to be like this.”

Scott isn’t listening.  There is no pity, no mercy in his full English mustache. The man on the ground begins talking again, but Scott interrupts- flexing his upper lip he brings the power of every well-groomed hair down upon the little man.

Scott awakens in a crater where downtown used to be with a headache and a tired, heavy mustache.