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"Rick did you remember to wipe down the barrels?", Walt asked. He had not. This new Sanchez guy was really starting to get on Walt's nerves. Ever since Gale and Jesse had been offed, Gus' new cook had really been starting to get on Walt's nerves. Not only were his solo cooks on the verge of being sub 98% but he burped frequently also. What ever happened to professionalism?
"Whatever man, people don't even use meth anymore from where I'm from. Shit's too bland to put on cereal. You gotta try Kryxxtio15. Now that'll give you a real high!" Rick Sanchez spat back with spite, yet indifference.
This made Walter pause his wiping. He had just suffered a 4 hour cooking session with this freak, and he had the gall to insult the practice itself. "Who the hell was I cooking with just then, hmm? Was it Dr. Richard Sanchez, the chemist I was told was smarter than any man on Earth? Or is it Rick? The lazy bum who can't tell his ass from his face? Have you no passion" Walter said intensely.
"Passion?? You wanna talk to me about passion shithead? You and your shitass blue meth don't got shit on the PASSION that goes into Kryxxtio15!" Rick scoffed.
Walt ignored Rick, dignifying him with nothing more than a harrumph in response. He went back to cleaning up.
"A harrumph? A HARRUMPH? GOD! All you drug dealing meth-heads do is complain and whine about your little bit of leukemia, all because your Nobel prize wouldn't cut it. WELL GUESS WHAT? I was curing intergalactic super-cancer before you even finished suckling on your mother's boobs. I've won the Nobel prize in more universes than you have called Jesse an idiot. God you people are so --brereeeuurrrgp-- annoying- you know what get out of my garage. MORTY!" Rick yelled
At this point, Walt was at a loss for words.
"Yeah Rick? Said Morty "Holy shit is that Walter White, from like, Breaking bad?
"Morty you idiot!" They both chimed.