"You have reached Count Dooku. I regret that I am unavailable to answer your hail. Kindly leave a message, and I shall respond at the earliest opportunity."
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Disturbed. Right. Yeah. Disturbed. That's good to know. Good know we're on the same page, yo— [ he can't contain it any longer; breeziness suddenly caving to trademark Pinkman emphatic vociferation™ when Shit Has Hit The Fan ] about how testicular the Porter's "recent activities" were on everybody! People droppin' dead or bleedin' out everywhere! Just 'cause of people tryna talk to the Porter, man! "Disturbed," oh yeah, totally, yeah, that's one way to put it, yo, "disturbed".
['Testicular' is not the word Dooku would use for it. Or a word he would ever use, ever, in any context. But at least they are done with the stilted pretense, and can get to the root of the matter.
He makes his voice a sorrowful murmur:]
Such a terrible consequence, for asking a few vital questions. Were any of your people affected by these... symptoms?
[He imagines they must have suffered acutely, to provoke such a reaction. Pinkman's deplorable sentimentality to those he is close to has been one of his most dependable traits in the Count's experience.]
[ Has Jesse talked about this with anyone? No. He's been bottling it up. So, Dooku is copping Jesse's meltdown. ]
It's not just my people we're talking about here. We're talking innocent people, innocent kids. Innocent little kids, yo! I was one of the healers helpin' out through the whole crisis. There were kids coming in that were bleeding out, limbs missing, badly burned. One girl I had to help had a gunshot wound through her head. Whole back of her head was blown wide open, and she suffered for days because she didn't know how to get help. And all of that? Just from people asking the Porter a coupla questions?!
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Thank you, Mister Pinkman. Your thoughtfulness is appreciated.
sorry for delay! been away on holiday
[ So breezy. Is Jesse being courteous towards his boss and cutting the old guy some slack, or is he simmering with cold, trenchant disrespect? ]
welcome back!
[This paranoid old guy is automatically going to gravitate toward suspecting the second option.]
thanks! :D
[ Still so breezy, so suspiciously breezy. Jesse will let the old man stew in his paranoia a little more. ]
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[Don't try to out-ambiguous a former Jedi Master Jesse, he's been doing this for decades.]
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[ Is that a little less ambiguous for you, asswipe? ]
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[The Porter's activities. Not those of any imPorts.]
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He makes his voice a sorrowful murmur:]
Such a terrible consequence, for asking a few vital questions. Were any of your people affected by these... symptoms?
[He imagines they must have suffered acutely, to provoke such a reaction. Pinkman's deplorable sentimentality to those he is close to has been one of his most dependable traits in the Count's experience.]
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It's not just my people we're talking about here. We're talking innocent people, innocent kids. Innocent little kids, yo! I was one of the healers helpin' out through the whole crisis. There were kids coming in that were bleeding out, limbs missing, badly burned. One girl I had to help had a gunshot wound through her head. Whole back of her head was blown wide open, and she suffered for days because she didn't know how to get help. And all of that? Just from people asking the Porter a coupla questions?!
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Just for asking the Porter questions, yes. With careful preparation, official approval, and a team of experts.
The Porter has never spared children from its whims. I am afraid it is not surprising they were not spared this retaliation, either.