“Sir, I believe one of those drinks you’re warming has my name on it!”, Paul F. Tompkins said bombastically, grinning like Wile E. Coyote in a roadrunner coop.
“What! I’m afraid you’re mistaken, sir, but that’s astonishingly good cosplay!”, Paul F. Tompkins replied, in a tone appropriate for “what” being used as a declarative statement rather than a question.
“No, you handsome devil–I’m you from the year 2021! Behold!” The nattily-dressed comedian adjusted his cufflinks, paused, and then expertly twirled his mustache.
Paul F. Tompkins gasped. “Holy Jonathan Taylor Thomas!” He raced towards the bar. This required top-shelf liquor.