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[ Pinkman's device turns on with his cheekily grinning at the camera as his fingers drum antsily on the kitchen counter. There's also a Finch peering over at the camera from the side, with a grin to match. ] We gotta little treat for all you bitches today. It's called straight-up science time with a couple'a Jesses. So pay attention, alright? Ya might learn somethin'.
[ Finch ducks down out of view of the camera, and when he comes back up, he's holding this crudely made volcano, painted brown and totally shoddy. But it works for what they're trying to do. He places it down on the counter, and shakes the little container of baking powder he's picked up from the counter. ] Bet you all have seen a paper volcano afore, right? All y'need is a badass little volcano like this one, dish soap, water, baking soda, and - [ He lifts up a jug of vinegar, gesturing at it. ]
Some'a this shit here. [ Pinkman cuts in, turning the communicator back to him momentarily so it's closer to his face when he announces for anyone who didn't, you know, read the label, ] That's real vinegar.
[ And then volcano again, in which Pinkman subtly pushes down a piece of duct tape holding the sides together - the thing really is held together with spit and a prayer - before he pans the camera up to Finch. There's a laugh in his voice when he asks. ] You wanna do the honors?
[ Finch is laughing too, cackling really, grabbing for the vinegar. He salutes the camera. ] Aye, I'll do the honors. Wish me luck, man. [ He hovers closer to the volcano, and lifts the jug to pour it into the baking soda volcano. And lo and behold: it "explodes". Messily. Like, really messily, and they're both standing close enough that it blows up abruptly and sprays on both Pinkman and Finch. Finch doesn't exactly yelp, but it's a close thing, and then he's laughing again, brushing his sleeve across his face. ]
Man - [ Pinkman starts to rebut, but he's laughing too much to answer for a moment, the camera going askew as he mops a hand through the muck dripping down his face, flicks some of it off. There's red foam dripping all down the counter and onto the floor. ] Bitch, I said 'not the whole thing' -
[ And the camera dotted with bits and pieces of red food coloring, the feed abruptly cuts off. ]