Return of the Bomber

"Ooops, I strayed away from the topic. Actually, I'm not that guy. Hahahahah. It should be obvious now, no? That person is an actor but outside work, he's a walking airconditioner. Who else could stand being him? I have to resort to tampering with my memories and even instructing my best friend to act like that stupid AI. Jeez, I had 37 suffer from cheesiness and epilepsy. Damn. He keeps crying over calling me names. He's so good-natured and kind that he can't bear calling me a bastard. But yeah, son of a b*tch! I'm now back to being the great and handsome me!!!"

Like the man finally couldn't stand the disguise and since his facade had already fallen through, he wiped a hand down his face, changing the old skin to that a fair-blemishless one.

Apart from the smug smirk hanging on his lips, everything else changed. The brows turned bushier, the nose higher, eyes had a brighter glimmer which also had tinged of playfulness and borderless confidence.

His heavily muscled body slimmed down,