The Puke shows up with their pledge exams. His hat is facing forward, so he obviously means business. Jarreau's face gets that same look he got when he found out he was about to be sodomized by every alum from the frat...a look of wistful ecstasty. He whispers to Alex "We have to take the tests now?!" No, dimwit. Take them home and work on them over the weekend, you goofy fartbag. Tim reiterates once again that he sucks at tests. This is exactly why I hate this show: it's the same crap uttered over and over again for thirty minutes. I want to take my hands, cup them, and then clap Tim over the ears several times in hopes of rupturing his eardrums.
The guys are quietly taking their exams when somebody farts really really loud. Everyone looks in Steve's direction and it turns out that it wasn't a fart, it was his cell phone on vibrate, vibrating across the wooden table. Sorry. But I challenge anyone to think otherwise about the origin of the noise in this scene. Steve picks up the phone and just starts rapping with whoever's on the other line. He says he'll pick them up real soon. Earl can't believe this shit. Who in his right mind would take phone calls during his pledge exam? You know -- assuming that Steve's actually in his right mind and hasn't spent the afternoon huffing random household cleaners. Steve tells The Puke that it was a family member on the phone. Apparently Steve has a family full of drug dealers. All the guys roll their eyes on Steve's behalf. The tests are snatched up by The Puke, and Tim's panicking because he doesn't think he passed the test and now he'll never be able to host the Fraternity Life Reunion Special, which has been a dream of his for about seven weeks now.