There’s nothing wrong with this picture except that the noodles look overdone, the sauce looks bland, and it’s going to stain that pillow so should be on a plate.
The man went from Legate, to self proclaimed saviour of Bajor, to literal hitler, to Gul, to outlaw, to folk hero, to Legate and saviour of his people, to outlaw again, to Bajoran Antichrist.
What’s the point of bagging to carry it and then drop it. You already did the awful part of bending down, staring at and smelling the shit, feeling its warmth and consistency with your fingers…