Bad Breaking Bad Story

That's the moment that Walt realized that Walt Jr.'s eggs and bacon were undercooked.

"D-dad, is breakfast ready?", Walt Jr. shouted from his room furiously. Walt hurried with haste to cook his son's most important, and by far his favorite, meal of the day. Trying to not disappoint his greatest food critic, his son!

As Walt Jr. made his way to the table prepared for school, he waved as to signal to serve his breakfast ASAP. Walt ran with the plate in hand and placed the delicious meal in front of his half-disabled son, awaiting for his response to the meal.

"Maybe later you can teach me how to drive, dad?" said Walt Jr. as he drank his delicious calcium filled skimmed milk.

"Sure, maybe later, but tell me how's the breakfast I created for you to sample today, Walt Jr.?" Walt replied nervously.

"Pretty good, d-d-d-dad."

Walt did a little celebration dance out of Walt Jr. vision, for this was a step up from yesterday's review of 'not bad'.

"D-d-d-d-dad do you mind c-calling me F-Flynn?" Walt Jr. let out after slurping down his egg slurpie as he readied to leave for school.

"Fine, son, whatever you want--" Walt stopped a moment, "How about we skip school and I teach you how to drive instead?"

"Fine, d-d-d-dad."

"Say my name!"

"What dad?"

"Say my naaaame!"

"What the f-f-fuck, dad?

Walt came back to sense and apologized to his son for his rudeness. And they began to make their way to the car.

They arrived to their location in no less than 10 minutes. Walt got out as he let his son take the wheel.

"Take it slow, son" he said as he signaled for the acceleration pedal. Flynn had one foot on the brake and one on the accelerator. He was so agitated that he kept braking immediately when he began to move.

Walt told him, "Use only one foot."

Flynn snapped, "What foot am I supposed to f-fucking use?"

"Your goddamn right!" screamed Walt.

"Dad, calm down, the true reason I wanted to bring you here was to tell you I scored a 92% on my SAT."

"What the fuck, son, that's Heisenberg level!"

"Dad you're acting weird, can you just drive me home?"

Later that day after he drove Walt Jr. home, Walt readied for his batch of his famous, Granny Smith approved, pure blue meth. He gathered his materials and shit he needed to cook some good ass crystal and headed for Gus' laundry money launder place.

As he arrived he over heard Gus talking about killing him, so he plotted to kill Gus before he had the chance to kill him! So he visited Hector Salamanca, a man who was mute and communicated with a bell attached to his wheelchair and hated Walt's guts deeply.

Walt ignorantly said,

"WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY?" And waited for Hector to start hitting his ringer to make the 'dingdingding ding reding' sound from the Ylvis video. It was a genius way to kill Gus. Walt tied a bomb secretly under Hector's chair and waited for Gus to visit Hector.

As Gus walked in, he took a seat and spoke to Hector briefly before pulling out a syringe with a lethal injection serum inside it. Suddenly, Walt yelled, "What does the fox say?" As Hector dinged his dinger violently. His dinging created a spark which activated the bomb and killed both of them instantly. Except for Gus, he's a bitch, he stepped out of the room, adjusted his tie and finally fell to the ground as half of his head was blown off, and then he died.

Walt, who had no more worries of being murdered violently and inappropriately, went trick-or-treating with his 3-year old daughter Holly. As they walked up to their first house to retrieve their cavity-inducing candy, Holly walked up to the door and prepared to knock.

Walt yelled violently, "Wait! I'm the one who knocks!" As he pushed Holly out of the way and knocked on the door. The door opened and a short lady shows up and sees Holly on the floor crying.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"My cancer's back." Walt said in a low voice.