Mr. Cook is a science teacher to you, a dad, and a husband. He loves the outdoors, which is why he is sitting at this desk in his home. He was sad to see Tom Brady go, until he actually left. Then he was glad it was over.
Mr. Cook is a bipedal organism complete with tactile, olfactory, vibrational, electromagnetic, and gustatory sensors. It is equipped with a primitive, organic ("wet") processing unit that has been modified with degrees from the University of Massachusetts and Northeastern University. This unit is designated to instruct you in science education during the latter part of your chrysalis phase. Meep Morp.
Mr. Cook occupies three dimensional space in the "Prime" iteration of the multiverse. He is in the Laniakea Supercluster of galaxies, specifically on one of the outer limbs of Laniakea, on the Orion arm of the Milkway Galaxy. He is moving at a rate of 30 km/s around the Sun. This does not include the rate of the Sun's revolution around the center of the Milky Way, however. And there's the trick.
On a good day, he is present and in the moment. But honestly, he's usually a little distracted...which is to say he is residing in the future or the past.
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
“Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
A fish can’t whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
“Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”
Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken, I don’t know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply:
“Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie.”
-A.A. Milne
He's fine. And he thanks you for asking.