Orange picking away at his beard is sort of based on my experience at New York Comic Con this year – on the way back from it, I was getting tired of having my fake Demoman beard on, and started pulling chunks of it off, but not having a mirror handy, I had missed a lot of it. Turns out I had walked several blocks through Brooklyn in a red jumpsuit with the mangiest scraps of crappy fake hair on my face. It’s ironic that I entered the city for the first time kinda terrified of it, only to have possibly terrified some other poor soul that night.

It was sort of fun, though.