Twilight Bad (Breaking Twighlight)

How To Get Away With Cooking

"Jesse! Thank goodness you're here!"
"Yo yo mista White, you know I can't resist the sweet call of cooking!"

"Alright Jesse, you get the ingredients while I work the dough." "Alright mista White, I got this."

Walt was handling the dough they got from the last transaction very carefully, one wrong move could have incredible consequences. All he needed was to focus just a little bit longe-"YO MISTA WHITE!" Shouted Jesse from the storage closet. Walt nearly jumped from shock. "What is it Jesse?!" Walt demanded. "We don't have all the dang ingredients! What are we gonna do?" Jesse asked, sounding like he was moments away from crying.
Walt sighed before saying, "Jesse, take my credit card, it's on the kitchen table, go and get the good stuff." "Okay mista White, I won't let you down!". Jesse replied, excited once again.
"Good, I believe in you Jesse. You're not a disappointment like my son." Walt said. Jesse smiled before running out the door.

Walt was now back to full focus, he wouldn't mess this one up. Suddenly Walt got an overwhelming premonition he would be interrupted again, he paused his work as he heard a knock on the basement door. "Honey? Walt? What are you doing in there?" "Shut up, I am the one who knocks!" Walt replied angrily.
"Honey, this addiction of yours, I-it needs to be stopped". Walter's wife said, through tears. "I can't fight what my family is!" Walt shouted. "Your family is cancer?!" Walt's wife screamed. "Cancer is not an addiction!" Walt yelled. "Oh yeah?! Then why do you have it dumbass?!" Walt's wife cried out.
Walt proceeded to bang and knock on ever surface in the room like a gorilla on meth.
Walter's wife cried and left. Walt sighed, at least he could continue his work. He just needed to wait for Jesse to- "Mista White I'm back!" Jesse shouted as he burst through the door.

"Jesse for the love of god Jesse the shouting is killing me." Walt muttered under his breath. "I thought the super cancer was killin you mista White?" Jesse asked.
"Shut the fuck up Jesse. You got the stuff?" Walt asked. "Sure do!" Replied an extremely excited Jesse as he put the bag on the counter. "Heh heh, well let's see what we've got..." Walt's voice trailed off as he looked in the bag. "Jesse... do you know what you've got us?" Walt asked, suddenly very serious.
        "I-I-I g-got us the I-in-ingredient?" Jesse stuttered. Walt smiled wide at Jesse, "You got us the best damn mozzarella in town. Do you have any idea how good this pizza is gonna be?!" Walt proclaimed gleefully.

—After baking bad for several hours—

         Walt wiped his forehead before grabbing a slice of the pizza. It was delicious. Almost as good as meth. Not really.
         A loud bang on the door shocked Walt and Jesse. "Mr. White?" A deep booming voice called out from the behind the door. "It's me, Gus Fring."
"No, no, no, no! Jesse, it's Gus Fring!" Walter yelled out. "Mista White who's Gus?" Jesse asked.
"He's black Jesse." Walt said solemnly.