But if he wore a red scarf and waxed his eyebrows, he could look like me. Look down, back up. Where are you? You’re at a probending match with the man your man could look like. What’s in your hand? Back at me. I have it. It’s a bag of your favorite dumplings. Look again. The dumplings are now yuan. Anything is possible when your man looks like a fresh firebender and not an Equalist. I’m on a polar-bear dog.