[ Right. Of course he knows who Good Cop Bad Cop is. He remembers having to fight against him - but given that Good Cop is still around... he can only assume some kind of time travel business is happening without his doing.

He clears his throat, reaching out a hand towards the plate of pancakes.]

You bet I still want those pancakes. I haven't found anything good to eat in AGES. So, you guys work for President Business? How's that like?