Michael decides to give a monologue at his son's school to help fuel youths' creativity when it comes to the arts and business. He talks in Atlantic accent.* doesn't sit well with the audience.
"I remember when I was a wee lad. I would watch my father fight the pirates every night and never surrender. He would do fancy sword work and then glitters and elves would appear to help him spot their weaknesses. Then after my father conquered the pirates he would retire to the lion's den and celebrate for hours. They would feast on meat from the virgin zebras and only wear the finest animal print. Never settle for the less. I would join him and would drink potions and such that would make us grow tremendous length in hair and give us great strength, enough to wrestle three bears in an hours span! But later in life, I realized the fighting evil pirate life wasn't for me and I retired to The New World and followed my dreams... I became a lawyer. I took up the subject of maritime conflicts and I settle them with pure diplomacy and tact. And in my spare time I like to wear an eye patch and wrestle my brother Buster while reciting the first ten amendments of the constitution. It usually makes for a really good day."
* You know, a mixture of European and American accent.
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