Mike was raised in the deepest recesses of a recording booth, nurtured by the elusive Spirit of Resonance. The Spirit, known for its incredible patience and very peculiar taste in snacks (rumor has it, only peanut butter-filled pretzels were allowed), taught Mike the sacred arts of voice manipulation. At first, Mike could only communicate in dulcet tones that calmed even the crankiest of coffee machines, and his first words were actually an accidental flawless Sam Elliot impression. The Spirit beamed with pride.
When Mike finally emerged from the booth, blinking in the sunlight, he was fluent in over 12 types of infomercial excitement, 8 varieties of audiobook wisdom, and the hushed gravitas required to make a penguin documentary truly impactful. He now wanders the world, microphone in hand, lending his voice to those in need—whether it’s to sell a magical vacuum cleaner, narrate the thrilling life of a sea sponge, or guide you through meditation while trying not to make you laugh.
If you listen closely at night, you might just hear the Spirit of Resonance still echoing in Mike’s voice—probably whispering something about peanut butter pretzels.