MTV Cribs came to Walt Jr's mansion. He was pumped as he looked at the camera. "Check my mad crib, that I totally didn't buy wit drug money, yo!"
A huge mansion stood in the middle of the lifeless desert, and the crew followed him as he hobbled on his gold crutch. Tink tink. Tink tink. Tink tink. Two fine bitches opened the doors for him and he hobbled in.
"Got my plasma screen wit surround sound up in this b-b-bitch!" Reruns of Breaking Bad played, just to fuck with their heads.
Jessie Pinkman was dressed like a French maid and waved nervously to the camera.
"Get us some refreshments, bitch!" Walt Jr. supported himself on one crutch to snap his fingers.
"Yes, Pimp Daddy White!" Jessie curtsied and pranced to the fridge.
"Hellz yeah, you got it!"
Jessie returned with a bottle of imported wine that Walt proceeded to chug on camera. He threw the empty glass against the wall and made Pinkman clean up the mess.
"I'm have very refined tastes! Let's go upstairs!" Walt led them up the elevator because why the fuck would he use stairs? His bedroom had a bed big enough for five people. "I know, because I had five people in that orgy last night. Bed is worth half a million dollars. That's more than all five of them h-h-hookers combined!"