I spoke for hours about Mr. Tough Guy who weeped like a pussy when his Chinese mail order bride didn't fiddle with his flaccid penis that wouldn't get up from all the pills he was taking for chemotherapy of an incurable bone marrow cancer.
I had played my part, I told Rosa over the phone.
He'll be dead in a few days.
I had his internet cut off.
I was staying at his granny flat and being ripped off.
I was undercover.
This guy was the real Breaking Bad character.
He even looked like him.
He worked with his wife bringing over high grade methamphetamines from China, supplied by Big China Farma.
Why sell bike pumps and cotton towels when you could saturate the world with cheap methamphetamines?
Rosa didn't like the chinks much and even hated Mr. Breaking Bad worse.
'He's a lousy actor and an even lousier cook.'
