Sometimes when you're taking a final, the only thing you want is to finish bubbling in the circles so you can go get roaring drunk, smoke a few bowls, resume your Guitar Hero marathon, or whatever vice may have you.

But while hundreds of Microeconomics students in Lambert Fieldhouse (athletic facility turned makeshift exam hall) today sat squeezed in their tiny desk sets seemingly constructed for first graders, trying to remember the difference between equilibrium and allocative efficiency, two young hoodlums ran through disturbing the dead quiet.

The unknown men, one wearing just a santa hat and diaper and the other wearing nothing but Borat's infamous green swimsuit, ran from end to end on the track floor screaming at the top of their lungs.

They were gone within seconds and the exam became reality again, but at least there was a moment of alleviated tension. Even the professor and managing TAs were enthused, as none of them made so much as a whisper.

Thanks, dudes, for giving us something to laugh at for a brief moment even if we resumed crying on the inside shortly thereafter.