dear_mun | re: his exsilium app.

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re: his exsilium app.

Three things, sweetheart.

1) A shotgun. You're giving me a shotgun that fires taser shells. That's gonna end real well.

2) This so-called "personality" section is way off the mark. What are these words you're using? Sleazy? Crass? What about my redeeming qualities, huh?

...oh. Oh, okay. You didn't "get there" yet. Great. Can't wait to see what you do once you get there.

3) Aside from the fact that Pinkman's there, why are you even doing this? What do you think I have to offer him at this point? Can't we just call this off and... I don't know, go somewhere less insane? Damn it, Jim, I'm a lawyer — not a diplomat.

And no, I will not trust your judgment. I don't trust you at all. How stupid do I look?

...very funny.

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[Arguing with Saul: an even worse game plan. He knows how to pull his punches, so it's just as well that Jesse's sort of changed the subject.]

And you have fun... doing what, exactly?

[ Jesse groans into his hands and keeps them there, over his face, when he admits (sounding a little defeated): ]

Horror boat.

[ It comes out sounding a bit like Hmmrnrh Fffnr instead. ]

Sorry, I didn't quite catch that. You want to maybe move your hands?

[ He complies but begrudingly. ]

I said horror boat, okay? I'm s'posed to be going on some, like, terror cruise where everybody axe murders each other and bonds over creamed corn.

...and you're worried about me.

Jesus.

So while I'm getting stabbed 1000 years in the future, you'll be — what, hanging by your nipples from fish hooks in the captain's closet?

[OOPS looks like he grossed himself out with that mental image.]