[NOTE: This is my take on Michael F. Barrel, so what if he was alive?]

Ahh, a peaceful day at the Advanced Academy, where you either get yourself a good grade for face a fate worse than death.

You were off to a class that teaches about Military History, but instead of Mister Missile, it’s a white haired teacher, at least he seemed friendly and not as…loud as Mister Missile.

“H-hey students! Mister Missile couldn’t come today so I’m going to be teaching for today, p-please, call me Mister Michael!…”