My friend, who I love dearly, you are the end result of a bad accident the military should have been responsible for but covered up by letting you escape the cage they kept you in. It’s clear the doctors tried to put your face back together but there was not much to work with so we should not expect miracles.
Most of your friends have been pooling our money together to get you a surgeon willing to remove that growth from your nose so you won’t sound like a dying buffalo when you breath. Of course it creeps us out but we are your friends so we look past it.