When your professor says "open book, use whatever resources you want," that's when you know you're truly screwed. The exam isn't testing your knowledge—it's testing your will to live. Those two questions? They're not questions, they're philosophical treatises requiring you to rewrite the laws of physics while having an existential crisis. Sure, take three days! You'll need two just to process your impending doom and one to actually solve problems that God himself would find challenging. The academic equivalent of "here's a spoon, now dig to China."