Not Quite

No, literally would imply his nose itself isn't the particularly notable feature on his face, as it was now completely rounded and a bright, cheery red. Carl's chair is situated in such a way that he can't possibly see this. He stares at the TV straight ahead without looking downward at all, and it helps the clown nose isn't too outrageous in size. It's average sized and perfectly smooth without texture or pores. This is something that definitely would shatter Carl's beliefs, but for the time being he remains blissfully unaware, as the clown nose vibrantly and healthily stays on his face as if proud to be there. As he continues watching, he begins to stroke his chin and think. Carl wonders if he should contact his old military buddies about this to look into it. Whilst he's doubtful this is anything more than the most mundane explanation, Occam's Razor and all that, he also has to consider that this doesn't necessarily rule out it being some kind of planned screwing with people or worse...regardless if it was done by another government, a secret organization, a not secret organization, or even just one person. At best it was an overreaction but at worst it could be a distraction...or a technologically advanced way to slowly change and maybe even...recruit US citizens?! No..no...nonono...he has to calm down and distract himself. This is paranoia, he has zero proof of any of this. Whilst it wouldn't hurt to be sure, it could be a serious problem if he is wrong and the media questions him and likely accuses them of invading their privacy or belittling their concern for the public.

He has to let things progress further, and not "jump the shark." He doesn't know enough about this, and scientists of any kind tend to overthink things, so he should make an effort not to fall into that trap again. It's especially easy to do so at his age. He silently changes the channel, and it lands on some modern cartoon TV show. He is open minded and needs a distraction, so he lets it play out, though he can't deny it was ungodly "made for kids" indeed. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing, it's just a bit saccharine sweet, though such things recently started growing on him. "It's nice content and harmless, and it helps soothe me with what I've been through today, after all..." Carl thinks as a smile spreads across his face, with less wrinkles then he should have. Hell he looks ten years younger. "I must like these a lot more then I ever gave myself credit for. That punch wasn't fun and yet somehow I feel the best I have in years. My sinuses even feel perfectly clear for the first time in my life, as if my Chronic Sinusitis is cured...that can't be true but whatever the case I'm not complaining. Huh? I caught the show on a marathon? Even better!" Carl thinks as his age further reverts to forty five, somehow literally every problem his body had or thing it struggled with is improving, perfecting, disappearing, or being fixed, and as a result he is feeling better, as the entropy that had touched his body was told to go bother someone else by magic that no one in a hundred mile radius knew of or understood.