I used to fly airplanes for a living but had to quit when aliens took up permanent residence in my sinuses. Now I’m a campus minister at the University of New Hampshire and play with motorcycles on my days off. (I told my boss I can only do the "Mr. Rogers" thing for so long, and then I have to go kill something.) Robbie makes me do the classroom thing mainly because he doesn’t trust me on a motorcycle, plus it's my laptop, and he doesn’t know the password