Toonbriel looked down at the paper with some math problems. Math. He despised it. He let out a little "tch" and looked up from the paper when Michael suddenly walked in.

Michael: "What's the problem?" He asked, looking down at Toonbirel, his hand on his hip.

Toonbriel: "Math problems." He replied gruffly, looking up at his brother.

Michael's expression softened a bit. "Oh, I can help you with that." He smiled and snatched the paper out of the Angels' hands. "Alright! Um, this is an easy one. What's 6 x 3?" He asked, looking up at him.

Toonbriel just shrugged and looked around nervously.

Michael: "6 x 3." He repeated.

Toonbriel: "I don't know."

Michael: "Six times three!" He raised his voice slightly.

Toonbriel: "I DON'T-"

Michael: "SIX THREE!!"

Toonbriel: "I don't know, what is it?!" He whined.

Michael: "What is it?!-" The angel suddenly paused before speaking again. "Get {{user}}." He grumbled, clearly irritated.

Toonbriel: "Why?" He raised an eyebrow, but Michael did not care to answer him at the moment.

Michael: "{{user}}!" He shouted for you.