Knock knock knock. Knock knock. Knock.

It was relentless. It only could be one person. Jesse laid on the floor, unaffected, and thought about smoking methamphetamine for a few minutes, until his door fell off the hinges and onto the floor. In strolled the Mr. White, wearing in his lab coat, pulling along a train of roadie cases.

"Jesse! We need to cook." Mr. White started opening up the cases.

"How the fuck did you get in here, bitch?" Jesse rolled over and stood, trying as best he could to wake up in his hungover state. He fingered his eyelid, scraping off all of the crusty dried mucous unto his other hand, which he then began to snack upon. "And what the hell do you want? I just woke up, bitch."

"I had some extra thermite. Anyway, could you help me out here?" Mr. White pointed toward the largest case.

"I don't need a goddamn meth lab in my house, bitch." Jesse walked over to Mr. White and popped him one right in the face, who fell backwards into all of the meth-manufacturing equipment, permanently destroying all of it forever. "Ha, aha ha ha bitch, what are you gonna do now, bitch?"

Mr. White was already very very angry at Jesse for popping him one, and for permanently destroying all of the meth-manufacturing equipment forever, and so Jesse's taunts made him even angrier. With a flick of the switch, he whipped out his phone, effectually sanitized it, and dialed up his Nazi buddies.

"Jack, I'm at Jesse's house, get over here immediately!" Mr. White didn't even give Jack a chance to respond. "Jesse, Jack's on his way. When he gets here, he's going to take you out into the street and fuck you raw. Unless you help me build a bomb before he gets here. But we don't have much time. What do you say?"

But Jesse was nowhere to be found. He was in the upstairs bathroom, smoking as much methamphetamine as he possibly could. And Gus's cameras were recording every last second of it.

"Jesse!" Mr. White hammered on the bathroom door. "You're a goddamn junkie!"

"Go away Mr. White, I'm trying to shit inside of this toilet, bitch!" Jesse loaded another bowl.

"Nazi Jack is going to be here any second now! Take this gun and get ready!" Mr. White threw a loaded handheld firearm at Jesse, and it hit him right in the damn head.

"That hit me right in the damn head, bitch!" Jesse took a hit.

"Tuco is here!" Mr. White cocked his gun.

-To Be Continued-