𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧
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❘ ❙ ❚ . .in which an infamous criminal
known for her unmatched skill and
a low-life drug dealer team up with
their old high school chemistry teacher
or
jesse fall...
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❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥. ❞
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𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑨 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂
❛ i do hope you have the time ❜
𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐾𝐸𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑅𝑆, 𝐴𝑆 they seemed to be, were all in Jesse's house since they still needed to discuss how in the wide world they were supposed to make four pounds of meth by Friday. Walter was sitting at the kitchen island, making a list of things he'd need to replace the pseudo while Jesse was pacing with frustration. Robin was sitting on the counter with her legs crossed with a cigarette between her lips. The window beside her was, however, open so there wouldn't be smoke filling Jesse's house, not that he cared all that much.
"Four pounds. Four pounds. As if two pounds wasn't bad enough. We're talking like two-three hundred boxes of sinus pills. There ain't that many smurfs in the world." Jesse complained, completely understandably, as he leaned against the counter next to Robin. She too had a complaint. "You better have this methylamine thing figured out."
"I do." Walter began as he continued writing. "We're gonna make phenylactone in a tube furnace. We're gonna use reductive amination to yield methamphetamine, four pounds."
"Thank fuck. You have a plan." Robin breathed out, thankful that there was some sort of plan for how to reach the seemingly unreachable promise.
Walter held out the piece of paper, now finished writing and Jesse had taken it, but furrowed his eyebrows as he did so. "What's this?"
"That is a shopping list. Getting some of those items may be challenging." Walter warned, a little worried about the fact that Jesse had an extremely puzzled look on his face. "One auto-transformer...six liters anhydrous methanamine. Two thirty-five M and M tube furnaces."
"It's mm and it's millimetre." Robin corrected. Walter pointed at the girl, silently indicating that she was right and Jesse nodded as Walter added on. "One seventy millimetre would be fine, but they're hard to come by."
Jesse just continued on. "Forty grams thorium nitrate. Yo, Mr. White, I can't even pronounce half this shit. No. Count me out, alright? I'm leaving town. I'm moving to Oregon or something."
