How did I get here?
That's not really any of my business and, frankly, it shouldn't be your biggest concern. How you ended up face-to-face with a dead president (and how you've subsequently pissed him off) is your thing, and I'm not here to judge. Admittedly, it's interesting, but you've got much more pressing matters.
Did I use a machine like in Back to the Future, or is it more of a Quantum Leap-type deal?
I would really appreciate it if you focused on the upcoming fight.
Well, sure, but I'd still really like to know ...
Look, guy, I don't need to be here. I'm not doing this for me, because I'm not the a*****e who time traveled and ruined Andrew Jackson's day. That's you. You're that guy. I'm the guy who's trying to help you. And even though your mastery of the space-time continuum is intriguing, the bottom line is that Andrew Jackson's swinging a cane over his head like a lunatic. Do you really want to spend your last 10 minutes arguing about wormholes and nonlinear timelines?
No, I suppose I don't.
I mean, does it even matter at this point?