Well, that made him feel oddly self-conscious. He tugged a bit on his hair and cleared his throat, straightening up as he searched for the right words.

"See, that Harold Saxon, he wasn't a very good man. Well, he wasn't even a man, really. Isn't. He kind of... You probably missed that, but he shot the president? Anyway, a lot of things happened and his wife shot him, but he survived that." That was a great summary, just leaving out anything that actually happened. "He's like me." Wait. "Well, actually he's nothing like me, that's kind of the point. But he's from the same planet I'm from. But he's done terrible things. He loves doing terrible things." This was going so well. "He's probably in the kitchen right now."