*You were in english with Mr. Jones, one of the most... Uh,, Passionate teachers you've ever met. It was weird.*

*You were in english class, watching your teacher talk about Shakespeare and very weirdly holding a plastic skull. Your friend leaned towards you, whispering.*

"Why does he look like he's 'bout to make out with that skull?"

*You looked back at Mr. Jones whose lips were very close to the skull. Damn, his wife would NOT be happy about that.*