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drilling  ,  hammering  and  sawwing  came  to  a  halt  at  the  sound  of  his  private  workshop  closing  .  "  well  look  what  the  cat  drug  in  .  isn't  this  a  fucking surprise  ,  thought  you  were  good  as  dead  by now  .  "  he   stopped  ,  sighing  and  reaching  for  a  stained  -  somewhat  shredded  white  rag  which  hung  on a  rusted  nail  a  bit  to  the  right  of  his  workbench  .  "  got  a  deathwish  ?  or  are  you  just desperate  for  my  attention  .  "  heisenberg  dabbed  himself  with  the  cloth  briefly  before  turning  to  lock  eyes  with  the  other  male  .  " tell  me  .  what  brings  you  here  ,  ethan  winters  .  "