[Jesse's barely even awake yet. He's only just managed to get himself dressed, his limbs all heavy and weak with the residual effects of the tranquilizer he uses to get to sleep every night. He's just about to have a bump when he hears the knock at the door. And that's weird. Most people know better than to drop by 409 before noon. He shoves the meth back into his pocket and shuffles over to the door to answer it.
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Saul, what the fuck?]
Uh, yeah?