You be the judge: in one, his face is too large for the screen, but in spite of massive pixelation, anyone could see who it was.

Telling about war on terror, war on everything. Me staring at his huge nostrils.

A flicker of movement—a human appendage drooped out of one nostril.

Floppy like a pale arm, then its hand waved at me.

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