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[hostage]

[From what's visible behind him, Jesse's seated at the nurse's desk of the Xavier School infirmary. That's not really relevant to anything, just that he's at work and he's bored and out of anything useful to occupy his time. He's currently wrapping a gauze bandage around an empty soda can. An art piece, maybe. Or just keeping his hands busy.]

What's up? Anything exciting going on?

[He's talking to the comm device, but his eyes are on his "work".]

We got new guys coming in, right? How 'bout you? Freaking out about this superhero thing? It's pretty wild...

[That might be touching on sardonic. He knows it's no fun to be new here.]

You guys wanna talk or anything, I got nothing better to do.

[As thrilling as it is to keep winding this bandage around a soda can.]

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[schrader]

Don't insult me by pretending that wasn't your fucking goal. And I'm still offering you a damn truce. You know what truce means, right? Means no beating.

I got Walt to think about, that questioning went nowhere just like you wanted, and this would make him happy. We'll agree on one thing, Pinkman: there are bigger fish to fry.

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[hostage]

[Jesse hisses out a sigh.]

I'll make nice. Just 'cause I feel sorry for the guy. But you start dragging our business out in front of him, getting him all stressed about it, I'm outta there.

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[schrader]

I never wanted him near our business.

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[hostage]

Good. Fantastic.

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[schrader]

Only got one other request.

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[hostage]

[Of course you do.]

What?

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[schrader]

[ Not what you might expect. ]

Stop calling him a geezer. You're not some no-name punk to him, so have some damned respect.

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[hostage]

[He lets out a short laugh. Yeah, not what he was expecting. But hilarious.]

Fine, sure.