Walt was ready. He stared at himself in the changing room mirror. His new fedora fit his style perfectly. He took a few more minutes to closely examine the fabric of the material, enjoying it's feel against his head. The soft fabric massaged the skin on his bald head. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head from the sheer pleasure of the hat on his scalp. Suddenly, his pleasure came to an end as he realized someone suspicious had come into the dressing room. Using his amateur third-eye abilities, he detected it was a man in his mid 40s, but he was unsure of who it could be. "Somewhere you should be, Walter?" said Mike.
"No...I had- I had requested this day off, for...personal reasons." Walter said as he gripped his hat.
"Walter, you know you don't get days off anymore. Boss man said so," Mike replied.
"How about a half day? Mike, this is important, you need to listen to me!" Walter yelled in defiance. He was quickly dragged out of the dressing room in his undies by Mike. Mike dragged the screaming man all the way outside into his car, and locked the doors as he forcibly drove Walt to work. As Mike was driving, Walter's hairy arm reached past the front seat as he tried to switch the radio to his favorite pop station. The station began to play Halsey's "Bad at Love" and Walter's screaming began again, insisting that this was 'garbage' and demanding that Mike switch stations. Mike turned off the radio entirely. Mike began to eat a pimento sandwich as they drove to work.
"Oh, I get it, Mike, you just don't care about our safety at all, YEP, JUST GONNA PIG OUT WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING ON THE ROAD! SHAME ON YOU, MIKE! SHAME ON-" Walter yelled before the car came to a stop.
"Walter, here's what is going to happen. You're gonna sit in the back, and shut your trap. I'm gonna sit here nice and quiet too, eat my pimento sandwich, and take you to work. Do you understand?" Mike said, staring at Walter with a blank expression.
"Fine," Walt said, waiting until Mike turned back to the steering wheel before he opened his door and started running down the street in his underwear. Mike immediately got out and grabbed his boomerang from the front seat. He threw the object in Walter's direction and watched as it grabbed Walter by the neck and dragged him back toward the car, landing him on his back. Mike walked over and dragged Walter back to the car, laughing a bit as he picked up his trusty boomerang.
"You've never failed me, Maria," Mike said endearingly before putting the boomerang in his back pocket. Walter groaned in pain, knowing that he could have dodged the boomerang had he not had his hat on.
Mike was surprised - after the initial incident with the boomerang, he hadn't heard Walter say anything for nearly half an hour. Suddenly, Walter began to complain about his bladder, and demanded that Mike pull over to the nearest gas station.
"Walter, we're in the middle of the desert - you can hold it," Mike replied.
"It's my word against yours, Mike. Do you want me to ruin your nice car? Is that what you want?" Walter said, getting progressively more frustrated.
"I'll tell you what, Walter, if you urinate in my car, you can forget about the cook and go ahead and get a barrel ready."
"YOU NEED ME, MIKE. YOU WON'T ADMIT IT, BUT THIS OPERATION FAILS WITHOUT ME. EITHER YOU PULL OVER, OR I PULL OUT." Walter screamed as he grabbed his dick. Walter shrieked in surprise as Mike threw a water bottle at him. Walter sighed and began to remove his undies, placing his bare ass on the backseat, and attempt to squeeze his member into the opening of the bottle. Walt tried over and over to coerce his penis into the meager opening, but found that it was an impossible task.
"Mike, I can't... Do you happen to know what a chode is?" Walter said with a sigh. Mike, finally having had enough of Walter's shit, kept his foot on the gas as he reached into the backseat and forced Walter's dick into the water bottle. Walter screamed in pain and shock as his dick fit into the bottle, but his bladder forcibly released creating a seated bottle of piss attached to his dick.
"Are you done?" Mike asked.
"Yes- I mean, I can't...remove it. I can't walk around like this, Mike. I can't COOK LIKE THIS, MIKE!" Walter said, irritated by Mike and his actions. Mike once again reached into the back seat and forcefully tugged the water bottle off of Walter's dick, as Walter yelped. Mike tossed the bottle out of the window, leaving Walter silent for another 30 minutes.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a rocket landed behind the house addressed 308 Negra Arroyo Lane. It was in relatively good condition, but all was known about it was the muffled 'GOOD LUCK, BUDDY!' announced from within. Jesse was rapidly thrown out of the rocket before it blasted off yet again. Looking around at his surroundings, he began laughing hysterically and vomitting at the same time. Jesse had gone completely apeshit. He looked like how he did when he was held captive by the white supremacists in the last episode of breaking bad and his hair was all grown out and he had like scars and shit it was fucked up dude. Having somewhat readjusted to Earth's gravity, Jesse started to come to his senses and realize what had just been done to him. His laughter was brought to a stop as he realized what he needed to do.
Within 15 minutes, Jesse returned to Walt's house with a massive bulldozer. His face was almost blank with a somewhat pleased hint as he tore through Walter's driveway, up towards his home. As Jesse began to tear through the part of the house which was Holly's room, he became suddenly overcome with joy as he screamed in satisfaction at his actions. Next, he steered his way into what would be Flynn's room, and began to destroy it with reckless abandon. Before he could get to Walt's room, though, he heard police sirens and came to a stop. He looked back to see Walt's brother in law with a gun pointed at him.
"FREEZE, BUDDY!" Hank said.
"No...I had- I had requested this day off, for...personal reasons." Walter said as he gripped his hat.
"Walter, you know you don't get days off anymore. Boss man said so," Mike replied.
"How about a half day? Mike, this is important, you need to listen to me!" Walter yelled in defiance. He was quickly dragged out of the dressing room in his undies by Mike. Mike dragged the screaming man all the way outside into his car, and locked the doors as he forcibly drove Walt to work. As Mike was driving, Walter's hairy arm reached past the front seat as he tried to switch the radio to his favorite pop station. The station began to play Halsey's "Bad at Love" and Walter's screaming began again, insisting that this was 'garbage' and demanding that Mike switch stations. Mike turned off the radio entirely. Mike began to eat a pimento sandwich as they drove to work.
"Oh, I get it, Mike, you just don't care about our safety at all, YEP, JUST GONNA PIG OUT WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING ON THE ROAD! SHAME ON YOU, MIKE! SHAME ON-" Walter yelled before the car came to a stop.
"Walter, here's what is going to happen. You're gonna sit in the back, and shut your trap. I'm gonna sit here nice and quiet too, eat my pimento sandwich, and take you to work. Do you understand?" Mike said, staring at Walter with a blank expression.
"Fine," Walt said, waiting until Mike turned back to the steering wheel before he opened his door and started running down the street in his underwear. Mike immediately got out and grabbed his boomerang from the front seat. He threw the object in Walter's direction and watched as it grabbed Walter by the neck and dragged him back toward the car, landing him on his back. Mike walked over and dragged Walter back to the car, laughing a bit as he picked up his trusty boomerang.
"You've never failed me, Maria," Mike said endearingly before putting the boomerang in his back pocket. Walter groaned in pain, knowing that he could have dodged the boomerang had he not had his hat on.
Mike was surprised - after the initial incident with the boomerang, he hadn't heard Walter say anything for nearly half an hour. Suddenly, Walter began to complain about his bladder, and demanded that Mike pull over to the nearest gas station.
"Walter, we're in the middle of the desert - you can hold it," Mike replied.
"It's my word against yours, Mike. Do you want me to ruin your nice car? Is that what you want?" Walter said, getting progressively more frustrated.
"I'll tell you what, Walter, if you urinate in my car, you can forget about the cook and go ahead and get a barrel ready."
"YOU NEED ME, MIKE. YOU WON'T ADMIT IT, BUT THIS OPERATION FAILS WITHOUT ME. EITHER YOU PULL OVER, OR I PULL OUT." Walter screamed as he grabbed his dick. Walter shrieked in surprise as Mike threw a water bottle at him. Walter sighed and began to remove his undies, placing his bare ass on the backseat, and attempt to squeeze his member into the opening of the bottle. Walt tried over and over to coerce his penis into the meager opening, but found that it was an impossible task.
"Mike, I can't... Do you happen to know what a chode is?" Walter said with a sigh. Mike, finally having had enough of Walter's shit, kept his foot on the gas as he reached into the backseat and forced Walter's dick into the water bottle. Walter screamed in pain and shock as his dick fit into the bottle, but his bladder forcibly released creating a seated bottle of piss attached to his dick.
"Are you done?" Mike asked.
"Yes- I mean, I can't...remove it. I can't walk around like this, Mike. I can't COOK LIKE THIS, MIKE!" Walter said, irritated by Mike and his actions. Mike once again reached into the back seat and forcefully tugged the water bottle off of Walter's dick, as Walter yelped. Mike tossed the bottle out of the window, leaving Walter silent for another 30 minutes.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a rocket landed behind the house addressed 308 Negra Arroyo Lane. It was in relatively good condition, but all was known about it was the muffled 'GOOD LUCK, BUDDY!' announced from within. Jesse was rapidly thrown out of the rocket before it blasted off yet again. Looking around at his surroundings, he began laughing hysterically and vomitting at the same time. Jesse had gone completely apeshit. He looked like how he did when he was held captive by the white supremacists in the last episode of breaking bad and his hair was all grown out and he had like scars and shit it was fucked up dude. Having somewhat readjusted to Earth's gravity, Jesse started to come to his senses and realize what had just been done to him. His laughter was brought to a stop as he realized what he needed to do.
Within 15 minutes, Jesse returned to Walt's house with a massive bulldozer. His face was almost blank with a somewhat pleased hint as he tore through Walter's driveway, up towards his home. As Jesse began to tear through the part of the house which was Holly's room, he became suddenly overcome with joy as he screamed in satisfaction at his actions. Next, he steered his way into what would be Flynn's room, and began to destroy it with reckless abandon. Before he could get to Walt's room, though, he heard police sirens and came to a stop. He looked back to see Walt's brother in law with a gun pointed at him.
"FREEZE, BUDDY!" Hank said.