First years: Your judgement is coming and right soon

So there we are, Adam and I, chilling in the quiet lounge on the second floor of the student centre. There's a bit of ambiant talking going around, but that's cool: we're young, we're social, we're going to want to talk. It's human nature; I can let it go. However, lo and behold it's not long before the room quickly fills with hoards of first years. How can I tell they're first years? Their incessant chatter about nothing, their ad nauseum swearing, and their complete disregard for existing social conventions - first years. Yammering on in the loudest voices possible, the rest of the students second year and up just try to ignore them and concentrate on our individual studies - we're used to it by now and can get by. However, they decided to up the ante and actually pushed the envelope. Two of them pull out guitars and start string away. Holy crap. I mean, putting aside, "I wasn't in their group and I'm not their friend and if I was I might understand, etc." I'm sure that any logical, rational person can see the boneheadedness of playing guitars in a quiet study lounge. Perhaps because there's no soundproof doors into and out of the area they feel that it's still the regular student centre. I don't know. Adam had the genius idea of pulling a Juicy Fruit and smashing their guitars; a notion I strongly pondered. Overhearing his comment was this beheamoth of a guy sitting near us who quickly agreed and even went so far as to offer to take our backs. Scary thing was that he was completely serious. Now, although the prospect of cracking a few first year heads was certainly appealing, my overiding sense of order over anarchy kicked in and I had to dissapoint our kindred bigfoot.