Well, as you can see, he would rather release a BC than tell me about the scars. Now I'll never know. The hockey stick-shaped scar on the starboard quarter of the noggin, and the doozy running about a foot down the portside jaw line. Perhaps a Nile Croc tried to take him when he was a lad in far-off Waredafluckistan? He was a student at Heidelberg and was in a chainsaw duelling club? WTF? over.
Now they seem to wax and wane, appear and disappear with the mole thing. Since he cannot speak without a teleprompter, is it possible we are dealing with a double here, for security reasons? Which one gets Michelle?