Huell Babineaux, the most important character in the hit TV show "Breaking Bad," keeps it real. And I'm not sure how else to introduce this, so I'll get started. Here is how this man relates to finals week.

1. Huell suggests that Kuby, his partner, and himself take Walt's money and go to Mexico. He be like "Mexico, alls I'm sayin'."

I, too, would like to steal a large sum of money and just go to Mexico to live forever.

2. Huell really wants to take that dough and escape to Mexico.

But Kuby is reasonable, and reminds Huell that Walt is a killer that will do anything to keep his money. He kills for his family, though it's justified. I, too, want to not take exams and instead become a fugitive of the law by running away to Mexico with stolen moohlah.

3. Huell is really wanting that cash, as you can tell by his desirous lip bite.

However, he seems content with just laying on it, as if it were a mattress of some sort. Just like I want to lay on my mattress instead of taking my exams.

4. Huell looks nice and relaxed, but Kuby be like, "We are here to do a job, not channel Scrooge McDuck."

Oh, Kuby, always being the voice of reason but still keeping it real, just like my buddy Howard (no relation to the duck) always be like "Come on, bro, I know you got this. I believe in you."

5. My wife left me, so I'm really happy. Like Borat.

6. Back to Huell. So Huell, like us college kids, is best known for hosting California's Gold, his human interest show produced by KCET in Los Angeles for California PBS stations.

Wait, that's Huell Howser. Oops.

7. Anyway, Huell is a kid at heart. He is fun, playful, and adventurous.

When you ask him if he's happy, he'll say, "Reasonably." Classic Huell. Here he is, where he spends eternity in limbo at the safe house. Hopefully, you don't receive a fate like this, as the sheer boredom you will face is more torturous than the most intense pain (a.k.a. getting hit in the nuts).

Well, that's it. We learned a lot, didn't we? By the way, someone please tell my wife that I still love her. She won't speak to me. Thanks, gang.