Not how I look but basically how I act.
Wait, you're pals with THE TIM?
Dude, give him some brownies with coins in 'em.
Tell him that fat kid at my school with the lisp made them. And if he doesn't make a Psychonauts 2, I will inject a poisonous neurotoxin into his mind, and make him make it with crap like dune buggies, multiplayer and co-op.
Then I'll use him to sneak into business meetings and take over the galaxy.
Afterwards, once I drink some Starbucks, I'll retire and settle down on a home on a ranch with electricity and wild parties, while Tim Schafer does menial labor for minimum wage to pay off my house.