Great. Fucking great. Edgar's got a telepathic connection to everything on Mars, he got some giant fucking dinner from Tars, he got to -- and the whole time, Curtis was running around thinking --

Curtis can't stand how miserably, childishly petty he's being. It makes him want to rip his own eyes out. But he can't make himself stop, he's got no idea why, and that just makes the whole cycle even worse.

He's silent, jaw still tight, eyes straight ahead.