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.