Mr. Myers' english class, role-reading a myth.
Ashton : "... Her long black hair always drawn and braided in the day, by upon her shoulders and against her breasts like a shawl..."
Ashton starts to sigh, laughs continuously. Things got awkward. The rest of the class started to laugh.
Ashton tried to continue but failed, and laughed again.
Ashton : "I'm sorry, I was just picturing it....."
Too honest, man. Too honest.