((Sweet, I've got just the guy! And a cookie to whoever can guess where I got the name from.))<br/><br/>As Michael sat down, an older man, around his mid-forties, came out of a back room, and wrote on the board,<i><a class="link link--external" href="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2010/02/bruce-campbell.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Chuck Finley</a>, English &amp; Creative Writing</i>. The man turned back and sat in his chair, which was at the center front of the room. He stared at Michael, an eyebrow raised. Michael stared back. Both sipped at their coffee simultaneously, Chuck's from a large mug, Michael's a large paper cup.<br/><br/>"I guess we'll wait until the rest of the class is here then," Chuck said.<br/><br/>"Indeed." Michael replied.<br/><br/>Both sipped at their coffee again.<br/><br/>Chuck looked at the door, and saw Noah. "Come on in, it's free seating today. I'll have seating charts up and running in the next few days." Michael looked at Noah, and nodded his head towards him. Michael took his computer out and started typing, lines of code decorating his computer screen.