Step into my office

After my you're-fucking-fired meeting, one of the women who'd been inside came over and was like "you're that guy with the unbuttoned shirt cuffs." Which was weird. And then she said she'd seen me at a job interview a while ago—so I was like "could be." But then she gave me the time period and the employer—Marsh in WDM—and she was right.

The moral is, if you're trying to escape international prosecution for war crimes, you should probably remember to button your cuffs or people will remember you.