Xander: It doesn’t look like me.
Dude: It’s not you.
Dude: Bunch of revolutionaries have a bounty out on a picture of the Evil Overlord so they can get this riot going properly.
Dude: I’ve only seen him once. But you’d be a dead ringer for him if you were twenty years younger.
Xander: Because I’m an old man?
Xander: Old men have grandchildren and wives of fifty years and a beer belly fed by good home cooking, a quip for every passing yokel, a fishing story, checkered curtains, mow the grass every Saturday.
Xander: Old men are ugly and no one sees their hideousness. They’re loved for the beauty that they build around themselves…by the lives they provide a refuge for.
Xander: I’m not really old.
Dude: Well. You’ve done me a good turn, friend. I’ll just touch this up and we’ll be one step closer to freedom for the people, eh?
Xander: Don’t mention it.
