Voice Test. [Canon is Breaking Bad Season 2.] eventually going to lastvoyages

[agentschrader]

...Just season 2? You realize that the place you fucking want to send me to is fucking [He cannot quantify this] later?

And for that matter, let's talk about this season bullshit. You're mentioning me like I'm...I'm some kind of fucking cartoon character.

I mean let's talk about this for a second. The last time you tried to play somebody remotely real we've got this ex-NYPD dick who I can't even talk about without getting pissed off- and let's not forget there's wizards and a pony. A pony. There's a fucking pony.

...No I'm not letting it go. You have a head full of fucking cops on one side, and on the other, you have a pony that bakes cupcakes.

...Yeah. It bakes cupcakes. I swear to god if you doped me I'm going to shoot you so full of holes you will be able to strain pasta through your head. cupcakes.

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[agentschrader]

...So no shit talking.

[Hank looks away, seemingly satisfied. And then he turns back to fix his gaze back on him in mute, disappointing appeal.]

..I admire that. I know you're a good guy Walt.You would never betray somebody's trust that way.

[aka_heisenberg]

[The guilt approach maybe? Not going to work. Not in the least.]

I'm glad you understand. A different man might be upset that I didn't want to tell you.

[agentschrader]

You know that you can trust me man.

[serious] The same way I'd trust you. Or Skyler. Or anyone.

We're family Walt. We've fucking proven that haven we?

Won't deny I'm curious, but I trust you to make the right decisions.

[All of his suspicions. He knows they exist. He knows there has to be some truth to these stories.]

To know what you have to do.

[aka_heisenberg]

That's what it's all about, right? Family. Every decision I have ever made has been for my family.

[Which includes keeping my own ass alive for them.]

We're both family men deep inside.

[agentschrader]

[Goddamnit. God. Dammit. It's all Hank can do not to say something then and there.]

...Yeah buddy.

[No emotion. Just another perp.

The minute his mind goes to that, Hank Schrader's voice grows tight.]

...Yeah.

All the more reason that once I'm back in shape..

[hands spread wide] ...I can't let you do this on your own Walt. Your wife would never forgive me.

[aka_heisenberg]

[A perp? Walter would be insulted. He is the perp, the elusive Heisenberg.]

Your wife would never forgive me if you got on this boat to help me out.

[agentschrader]

[He wavers there. It's gone in a heart beat.]

Marie understands.

I promised her a moon rock.

We gotta go to at least one moon.

[aka_heisenberg]

You sure the moon rock isn't for you, Hank?

[agentschrader]

...We gotta go to at least one moon man. How freaking cool would that be?

[aka_heisenberg]

Very. I wonder if we'd get to bounce around like did on the lunar moon landing.

[agentschrader]

[This is killing him.]

...It wouldn't particularly be a moon without that no matter what those shit sci-fi shows say.

[aka_heisenberg]

[Walter was a master of having casual conversations while his mind was spinning about something else.]

I bet you'd spend all day looking at those dumb rocks if you got them.

[agentschrader]

I would not.

[frown] I'd get a nice one, sand it down, and have a paperweight.

[don't hate on the moon rocks man.]

[aka_heisenberg]

A paperweight? Can't you make it into anything more useful?

[agentschrader]

...What else can you do with a rock? I mean it's not like I can show it off or do something with it..

[aka_heisenberg]

You could always...shave it down and make it into an...ashtray.

[So there is really nothing he can think of to do with a space rock.]