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2025.01.22 12:55 Unique_Vegetable8948 I need help identifying this IC from a cheap Lipo coin cell charger
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2025.01.22 12:55 Wonderful-Range-247 Can't decide on a firm mattress
I've been on the hunt for the past few days for a new queen size mattress to replace my old Beautyrest recharge pierpont firm mattress (its a full). I love this mattress and would've just upgraded to a queen but this series is discontinued and I heard Beautyrest went down in quality and uses fiberglass. I'm 250lbs and mainly sleep on my side so I'm trying to find a durable, firm mattress similar to the one I have. I want something that I really sit on top of and doesn't have too much give, but I don't want it to feel like I'm sleeping on the flooconcrete. Based on my research and budget of less than $1,300, I've narrowed it down to:
Sleep On Latex Firm
Nest Bedding Raven Flippable Hybrid
Titan Plus
Brooklyn Bedding Signature Hybrid (firm)
Plank Firm
Engineered Sleep Classic Hybrid Mattress (medium-firm)
Kingsdown Prime Summitview Firm Euro Pillowtop Mattress
Kingsdown Prime Parkman Cushion Firm Mattress
I'm leaning towards Titan Plus and Sleep On Latex, but I heard that titan starts to sag early and sleep on latex is a bit small for queen. What do y'all suggest?
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2025.01.22 12:55 Om9333 Samyukta Maharashtra
As we have seen discrimination against us in our own native land, by people of North and creating their own party in our own native land to impose hindi on us.
It's now or never if we keep sleeping like this they will change the demographics in our own home.
To tackle this we have to take jobs and businesses majority in our own hands, to do this I have created a discord server, by the marathi for the marathi so that in our city we know where is job for us, in every sector possible.
And to boost entrepreneurship in our community as much as possible.
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2025.01.22 12:55 Winter_Knight_1000 Poco x7 pro hyperos 2
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2025.01.22 12:55 Additional_Sky6458 BOS kakashi vs Deidara, who would win?
 | Some people think BOS kakashi can't beat Deidara. They are not wrong but I believe kakashi has 60% of beating Deidara than Deidara beating him. Some people consider BOS kakashi as inferior to Sasuke. Actually Kakashi is still superior to that Sasuke. The only thing the susake surpass kakashi was chakra amount. Remember when Orange Obito pretend dead when Sasuke body flicker on him. Obito didn't even realize Kakashi was already on him when he came to take with Naruto. Also when kakashi and Sasuke were exchange blow, after the moment kakashi save Sakura from Sasuke. Kakashi was gaining upper hand in there. Even though Sasuke was already faced up against denzo, sasuke was able to pull out susanoo and shoot arrow at Kakashi after they exchanged the vombat. I don't think he is too exhausted for taijutsu at that moment. Even if kakashi wasn't faster than that Sasuke at the very least he isn't inferior to Sasuke in taijutsu and speed. I believe kakashi would not need MS to beat Deidara. Difference between kakashi and Sasuke is Kakashi has five elements nature and shown to be smarter than Sasuke through out the series. Deidara can do lethal damage against Kakashi because kakashi can do that technique to avoid the C2 or C3. Even though those bombs are more than deadly. According to manga pages( Sasuke vs Deidara). They don't do much damage to the ground. Even C4 didn't do that much of damage to the ground Kakashi can dodge Deidara BOMB by using earth element technique. Deidara was able to escape his bomb with that technique. Kakashi show he can do technique in part 1. Kakashi trick Itachi and Pain who have better eye than Deidara fall for Kakashi clone. There is no reason to doubt it will not work on Deidara. Kakashi chance of winning this battle is tricked Deidara to land on the ground and then assassinate him. I believe BOS kakashi with MS ability will be able to beat Deidara with high diff( 60% chance ) What is your thoughts? Do you think BOS kakashi can beat him? submitted by Additional_Sky6458 to NarutoPowerscaling [link] [comments] |
2025.01.22 12:55 bot-bouncer Overview for dream_gardens
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2025.01.22 12:55 CokeMaan Versuche die Kosmische Mew Kraft zu sammeln um Pikachu zu ziehen!
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2025.01.22 12:55 wewdwtnizrub Lime Crime Discount Code January 2025
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2025.01.22 12:55 acesan777 Is there a hotwheels culture in malappuram? If not lets start one just not only hw like full on diecadt culture, any peeps intrested? Like idont know any,(in pmna) also some good shops to go hunting? I mostly buy from educart , cribbies
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2025.01.22 12:55 RowMinimum6787 Suggest Good omega3 which is in triglyceride form
Please suggest good omega 3 which is in triglyceride form.I was using tata 3x strength since last 2 months but today got to know that this variant is in ee form whereas the single strength salmon fishoil is in tri form TLDR - SUGGEST ME A 3X FISHOIL CAPSULE WHICH IS IN TRI FORM 500EPA 350-400DHA
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2025.01.22 12:55 Alternative-Owl7459 ♒️♒️
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2025.01.22 12:55 SubjectPressure7527 GTA "modded" car collectors like:
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2025.01.22 12:55 DefiantPermission393 part of my arm is gone
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2025.01.22 12:55 downtune79 How to ruin your buddy's sex life in one easy step
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2025.01.22 12:55 Sissin88 Intermittent power outages.
Is the cookeville city grid doing as bad as we are out on the white county grid? I’ve lost power 3 times in the past 30 minutes losing degrees of temperature each time. Sometimes I hate this old farmhouse.
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2025.01.22 12:55 SoThoroughJoeBurrow Tookie Gang watch as Aaron calmly misses the goal
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2025.01.22 12:55 Ok-Somewhere-3967 138881427891 deoxy again goo
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2025.01.22 12:55 pinkrainbow5 Am I stuck in a loop?
Am I silly or am I stuck in a loop?
I have had the "progression task" to put a baby in a crib for a while. When I tried to do this, it told me my Sims are maxed out, I can't have any more in the town.
To raise the max number of sims, I need to level up. To level up, I need to add a baby. Which I can't do until I have already levelled up and can have more Sims. See where I'm going with this ???
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2025.01.22 12:55 Charming-Bet4135 Yuki Kashima VS Ogami Itto (Lady Snowblood VS Lone Wolf and Cub)
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2025.01.22 12:55 adhi_na_fan An alternate timeline that continues from S04E03. Presenting you - Breaking Bad : The one where Walt accepts Jesse's go-karting invite - Episode 1
Walt and Jesse are at a go-kart track. Jesse’s numb, Walt is restless, constantly glancing around, still rattled by Gale's death and the pressure from Gus. The constant threat of Gus’s control weighs heavily on him. In a moment of distraction, Jesse blurts out an idea—”yo what if we make our own go kart place, but with like laser tags you know. You shoot from the kart and you also be playing metal music 24x7. If you could work with me on this Mr.White I think we can make it work”. The concept is completely absurd, but Jesse insists it could be their ticket out of this mess.
Walt dismisses the idea immediately, calling it childish and impractical. He’s not thinking about running some ridiculous business, he’s focused on surviving Gus. But Jesse, desperate, argues that this is more than just a dumb gimmick—it’s leverage. If they can convince Madrigal to back them, they’ll have a solid position to force Gus to back off and let them continue their meth operation without fear of being killed.
Jesse pulls out his phone and calls Saul. He pitches the idea to Saul, who initially laughs and dismisses it. But then he realizes Jesse is serious and, more importantly, that they need leverage to stay alive. Saul agrees to help, but only if they pay him upfront. He’s not taking risks on this dumb idea for free. Jesse, without hesitation, agrees, and they prepare to meet with Madrigal.
Walt, still against the plan, remains reluctant. But Jesse convinces him that they have no choice. They either get Madrigal’s backing, or they won’t survive Gus. Walt, albeit reluctantly, agrees to go along with it. There’s no other option left.
Walt, Jesse, and Saul sit across from the Madrigal partners in a sleek corporate office, the tension in the air almost palpable. Gus is present, as usual, quiet and controlled, but there's a cold, calculating edge to his demeanor. Walt and Jesse are fully aware that this meeting is their best shot at survival, their only leverage to ensure that Gus doesn’t silence them.
Jesse, eager to make his pitch, starts with enthusiasm. He explains the concept of combining go-karts, laser tag, and metal music, calling it an innovative entertainment experience that will bring in huge crowds. The Madrigal partners are intrigued, but skeptical, exchanging uncertain glances. Gus, without missing a beat, interrupts.
He dismisses the idea as frivolous, not aligning with Madrigal’s image of order and control. It’s too chaotic, too unpredictable. Walt, sensing the growing tension, steps in. He starts to reframe the idea, emphasizing that it’s not just a silly entertainment gimmick but a way for Madrigal to expand and diversify its revenue streams.
Walt pitches it as an opportunity to tap into a new, younger audience—something that could bring serious money. He explains that the risks can be mitigated by starting small, testing the waters with a limited investment. The Madrigal partners, though still wary, seem intrigued by the potential upside. But Gus, visibly annoyed, tries to shoot it down at every turn, arguing that this would tarnish the company’s carefully curated reputation.
Walt continues, expertly countering Gus's objections, speaking with the authority of someone who’s worked in business, giving the partners a vision of how the idea could work. He suggests that the pilot project could be launched with minimal upfront cost, and if it doesn’t succeed, they can walk away with little loss.
At this point, Saul tries to keep the peace, offering a compromise. He suggests they keep the investment low to test the waters, ensuring that it’s a low-risk move. This begins to sway the partners. Despite Gus’s increasingly frustrated objections, the Madrigal partners start to lean toward backing the idea, seeing the potential profit.
Seeing the partners soften, Jesse eagerly pushes the pitch further, explaining how the concept could make waves in the entertainment world, especially with the right marketing. He even hints at the idea of creating a small office for Walt and Jesse where they could work on this idea, preferably located within Los Pollos Hermanos — suggesting that such a location could reduce office space costs and also help with logistics, promotion, and visibility.
Gus’s eyes narrow at the mention of Los Pollos, and his jaw tightens. The subtle implication is clear: Walt and Jesse are suggesting that their new venture will have a direct connection to Gus's operation, enough to make the police investigate Gus if they ever go missing. The message is silent but unmistakable—if something happens to them, the authorities will look into Gus and he doesn’t want that.
The Madrigal partners, now fully onboard with the idea, agree to invest in the project with a modest commitment, seeing it as a low-risk chance to capitalize on a new market. Gus, however, remains unmoved, his anger simmering beneath the surface. His attempts to maintain his calm control have failed, but he can’t openly reject the project without undermining his own authority in front of his partners.
As the meeting wraps up, Walt and Jesse leave with a small victory, having gained enough support from Madrigal to ensure their survival for now. Gus watches them leave, a quiet, unsettling rage behind his calm exterior. The leverage they’ve secured over him is subtle, but it’s there—if anything happens to them, Gus knows the investigation will inevitably land at his doorstep.
Walt and Jesse step out of the building, exchanging a glance that signals both relief and the understanding that, for the time being, they’ve bought themselves some time. Gus may be furious, but for now, the power dynamic has shifted ever so slightly in their favor.
In the dimly lit back office of Los Pollos Hermanos, Gus sits at his desk, the perfect picture of calm authority. Across from him, Lydia sits nervously, fidgeting with her hands and darting glances at Gus. Her anxiety fills the air, a sharp contrast to Gus’s controlled demeanor.
"This is unacceptable," Gus says, his tone flat and emotionless. "I want every possible legal, regulatory, and logistical obstacle uncovered. Start with zoning, safety, licensing—anything that might make their venture untenable."
Lydia swallows hard, nodding quickly, her voice shaky. "I-I can look into local regulations, zoning laws, fire codes. If there’s anything out of place, I’ll find it. But this... this whole thing could take weeks. Maybe months."
Gus stares at Lydia, his expression never wavering.
Lydia, visibly rattled, stammers an agreement. "Y-yes, of course. I’ll start immediately."
Before she can leave, Mike steps out from the shadows of the room, his presence imposing and silent. He’s been listening. Gus turns his attention to Mike, the faintest hint of trust in his otherwise icy demeanor.
"I assume you’ve been considering solutions," Gus says, his voice steady.
Mike nods, his gravelly voice breaking the silence. "Safety violations. If they ever break ground, I can plant a few things—faulty wiring, substandard materials, whatever we need. We report it anonymously, and the inspectors will shut them down. Could take care of the problem before it gets off the ground."
Gus considers this for a moment, his sharp eyes scanning Mike. Then nods.
Gus then stands, addressing both Mike and Lydia. "But I require more than sabotage. If Madrigal believes in this concept, they must be presented with a superior alternative. Something they cannot refuse." He turns back to Mike. "Find the right people to create this ‘better’ idea. Ensure it eclipses anything Walter and Jesse propose. We will take this from them entirely."
Mike nods, his expression unreadable, as Gus gives Lydia one final glance, his unnerving smile returning.
"Make no mistakes," Gus says. "Failure is not an option."
Lydia nods, her hands trembling. Gus stands in silence. Mike, leaning casually against the wall, finally breaks the silence.
“I’ve got an idea,” Mike says, his usual calm replaced with a peculiar enthusiasm.
Gus glances at him, one eyebrow raised in silent permission for him to continue. Lydia shifts uncomfortably, unsure of what to expect.
“Uber for dogs,” Mike says bluntly, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Lydia freezes, her mouth slightly ajar. Gus tilts his head, his expression unreadable but with the faintest flicker of curiosity.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Mike continues, straightening up and stepping forward, his tone suddenly assertive and commanding. “People love their dogs. They’ll spend ridiculous money on ‘em. We make an app. It’s like Uber but for dogs and whatever you wanna do with them —walking, grooming, daycare, you name it. Someone needs their dog walked? They press a button. Need grooming? Another button. GPS-tracked, vetting process for the workers, all of it. Fast, clean, efficient.”
Lydia blinks rapidly, trying to process this. “That’s... absolutely ridiculous. Dogs aren’t passengers in a car! What happens if something goes wrong? If the dog bites someone? If it escapes? The liabilities alone—”
Mike cuts her off. “You build a system. Waivers, insurance policies, training programs. If Uber can handle drunk college kids throwing up in the back of cars, we can handle dogs. And guess what? People care about their dogs more than themselves half the time. They’ll pay top dollar for premium services—organic treats, custom care, even dog spas. We corner the market.”
Gus’s expression doesn’t change, but there’s a glimmer of interest behind his composed facade. He steps closer, his voice cold and deliberate. “How, exactly, does this replace Walter and Jesse’s proposal in Madrigal’s eyes?”
Mike doesn’t miss a beat. “Because it’s revolutionary. Their laser-tag go-kart thing? It’s just another gimmick. This? This is a real, scalable business model. It’s cutting-edge tech with a feel-good factor. It’s the kind of thing Madrigal can sell as innovative, forward-thinking. And if they want ‘clean’ and legal? This is as clean as it gets.”
Lydia shakes her head, still flustered. “This... this is insane. You don’t know the logistics, the legal hurdles—”
Mike interrupts her again, his voice rising slightly, almost like an excited teenager. “I’ll work the logistics. We start small, test it in a couple of cities. You think people won’t line up for this? They’ll eat it up. Dogs are loyal customers, Lydia. You give them what they want, and they keep coming back.”
Lydia looks to Gus, silently pleading for him to shut this down, but Gus remains impassive. He studies Mike with the precision of a surgeon, weighing the absurdity of the idea against the unflinching confidence behind it.
Finally, Gus speaks, his voice low and icy. “Write up the full proposal. Costs. Logistics. Market research. If it does not surpass Walter and Jesse’s plan in Madrigal’s estimation, you will be held accountable for wasting my time.”
Mike nods, his smirk barely contained. “You got it.”
Lydia stares at him in disbelief. “I—I can’t believe this. Uber for dogs? This is insane.”
Gus watches silently, his fake smile as cold as ever. Whether Mike’s idea is madness or brilliance, Gus is already calculating how to use it to his advantage—or how to turn the situation against everyone involved.
Few weeks have passed, The morning is crisp, but the tension in the Madrigal parking lot feels suffocating. Gus stands in front of his car, meticulously adjusting his tie, the small, precise movement the only outward sign of his simmering frustration. His usual calm, collected demeanor feels stretched thin. Walt and Jesse’s unexpected leverage, backed by Madrigal, has left him scrambling for control—an unfamiliar and unwelcome position.
Today is critical. The focus group assembled by Madrigal will review Mike’s absurd idea of “Uber for Dogs,” and Gus must ensure they embrace it. Failure is not an option, and every detail has been meticulously prepared.
A week earlier, Mike had approached this challenge with his signature efficiency. Using his vast network of informants and contacts, he’d dug into the lives of every single focus group member, compiling files thick with personal secrets, skeletons in closets, and vulnerabilities ripe for exploitation.
Now, Mike sits in a nondescript car in the parking lot, calmly observing as the group members arrive one by one. A middle-aged man in a suit steps out of his car, glancing at the Madrigal building with nervous anticipation. Mike exits his vehicle and intercepts him, his face neutral but his tone cold and commanding.
“Morning, Mr. Harper,” Mike says, holding a folder in his hand. Harper stiffens, clearly startled.
“Who are you? What do you want?” Harper asks, his voice faltering.
Mike hands him the folder. “Inside, you’ll find your tax records from the last ten years. Couple of discrepancies here and there. IRS might call them fraud. You’re going to suggest that this idea—Uber for Dogs—is revolutionary. Game-changing. Otherwise, your life gets real complicated.”
Harper’s face pales as he opens the folder, scanning the incriminating contents. He nods quickly, unable to meet Mike’s gaze.
Similar scenes unfold across the parking lot. A woman in her late 40s is approached as she adjusts her scarf. Mike slides her a file detailing an affair she thought was buried. Another focus group member, a nervous young man, visibly trembles as Mike hands him evidence of his involvement in a small-scale embezzlement scheme.
For the few focus group members without exploitable dirt, Mike’s fallback plan is already in motion. Tyrus, operating in the shadows, has taken family members hostage. A father of two receives a photo of his children being watched at a playground, accompanied by a simple message: "Do your part."
In the modern, glass-walled Madrigal boardroom, the partners sit around a polished oak table. The room is pristine, the view outside expansive, but the atmosphere is anything but relaxed. Madrigal’s senior partners, seasoned and skeptical, are clearly unconvinced by the premise of this meeting.
At the head of the table stands Gus, his demeanor cool and composed as always. His sharp suit and perfectly adjusted tie convey control, but beneath it all, he knows this presentation is a desperate gambit.
One of the partners, a middle-aged man with a stern face and a German accent, leans forward. "Gustavo," he begins, his tone clipped. "We’ve known you for many years. We’ve trusted you, relied on you. And that is the only reason we allowed this ridiculous concept to reach a focus group. Just for you to see how foolish it truly is."
The other partners murmur in agreement, their disdain barely hidden.
Gus, unfazed, adjusts his tie and offers a faint smile. "May I?"
The room quiets. Gus steps to the head of the table, where a sleek monitor displays the title: Uber for dogs - Pawber. He begins his presentation.
With the precision of a surgeon, Gus outlines the app’s features, the untapped market potential, and the emotional appeal of catering to beloved pets. His calm, measured voice fills the room, each word deliberate and persuasive. Despite their initial skepticism, the partners are drawn in by the sheer confidence and clarity of Gus’s delivery.
As the presentation concludes, the partners sit in silence. Then, one by one, the focus group participants share their feedback.
"This is revolutionary," says Harper, the tax-fraud target. His voice trembles slightly, but he presses on. "Pet owners would flock to this. The market’s there, and this app could dominate it."
Another member nods eagerly. "It's innovative. I haven’t seen anything quite like it. This has massive potential."
One after another, they praise the idea, parroting the enthusiasm Mike had drilled into them—or blackmailed out of them. The Madrigal partners exchange confused looks, their earlier certainty eroding with each glowing testimonial.
But then, one voice breaks the chorus.
"I’m sorry," says a middle-aged man with graying hair, his voice firm and unwavering. "I can’t agree with this."
The room freezes. Gus’s sharp gaze locks onto the man, and Mike, leaning against a wall in the back, closes his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose.
The man continues, his tone resolute. "This idea is absurd. It's impractical, risky, and clearly unfeasible. I don’t know why everyone else is saying otherwise, but I won’t lie to protect anyone’s feelings. Integrity matters more than anything."
For a moment, the room is utterly silent. The Madrigal partners turn their attention to Gus, their skepticism returning. Gus’s smile doesn’t falter, but there’s an icy glint in his eyes.
In the back of the room, Mike straightens up. He meets Gus’s gaze briefly and then walks toward the exit. The unspoken signal is clear: Handle it.
The focus group member’s phone vibrates on the table. He picks it up, his face paling as he reads the message. A photo of his children, bound and frightened, stares back at him. A simple caption accompanies it: "Change your mind."
His hands shake, and his voice wavers. "I—I mean, maybe I was too harsh. It’s... it’s not a bad idea. It has potential, I suppose."
The Madrigal partners frown, confused by the sudden shift. Gus, ever the professional, capitalizes on the moment.
"I appreciate your candor," he says, his tone as smooth as silk. "Constructive criticism is vital to refining any venture. However, the overwhelming consensus is clear: this concept is a success."
The partners exchange uneasy glances, still unsure of what to make of the glowing feedback. But with no outright opposition left, they nod reluctantly.
"Very well, Gustavo," one of the senior partners says. "It seems we underestimated the potential. Proceed with the next steps."
Gus inclines his head respectfully. "Thank you. I will ensure this project exceeds expectations."
As the meeting ends, the focus group members shuffle out, some visibly shaken. Gus remains behind, his polite smile masking the simmering rage beneath. Mike lingers at the doorway, watching as Gus quietly adjusts his tie again, the only outward sign of his internal fury.
Months pass, and "Pawber: Uber for Dogs" is officially launched. Billboards appear in key cities, advertisements flood social media, and pet owners begin signing up in droves. The venture has become a bizarre success, much to Gus’s continued frustration. Yet, his focus is unwavering—not on the app's profits but on using it as a tool to secure complete control and eliminate the risks posed by Walt and Jesse.
In the dimly lit back room of Los Pollos Hermanos, Gus sits at his desk, meticulously reviewing reports. Mike enters, his demeanor calm but carrying an undercurrent of annoyance.
“It's up and running,” Mike says, tossing a folder onto the desk. “Thousands of users already signed up. Projections say millions more in the next year, if this keeps up.”
Gus doesn’t look up. “I need dirt on every single one of them.”
Mike raises an eyebrow. “Every user? That’s millions of people. You know how hard it was to pull off that focus group stunt, and that was, what, ten people? You’re asking for something impossible.”
Gus finally looks up, his eyes cold and unrelenting. “I do not ask for the impossible. If Walt and Jesse are protected by Madrigal’s goodwill, I need leverage over them. That means I need Uber for dogs to be a huge success that means knowing everything about our customers—who they are, what they fear, and how they can be controlled into paying for our premium subscription”
Mike sighs, leaning against the wall. “Look, I get it. But pulling the focus-group trick for millions of people? The logistics are insane. And even if we do it, it’s a long-term play. Walt and Jesse are still out there, still making trouble. Wouldn’t it just be easier to deal with them directly? Kill them both, handle the fallout, and move on?”
Gus’s expression doesn’t change, but his voice takes on a razor-sharp edge. “Madrigal must remain on my side at all times. If Walter and Jesse disappear now, it invites questions. It risks destabilizing the delicate balance I’ve worked so hard to maintain.”
Mike watches him for a long moment, then nods. “Your call. But this is a hell of a tightrope you're walking.”
In a run-down motel room, Mike Ehrmantraut sits on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. The dim light overhead flickers faintly, casting long shadows across the stained walls. He dials a number he rarely uses, waiting as the line clicks to life.
Mike says “I need to disappear. Things are... complicated.”
The familiar voice of the Disappearer answers, calm and measured as always. There’s a pause. “Complicated how? You in trouble with the law?”
“Not exactly.” Mike glances at the cracked window. “Let’s just say my boss is pushing things too far. I’m not sure I want to stick around and see how this plays out.”
A chuckle echoes through the line, catching Mike off guard.
“Wait, hold on,” the Disappearer says. “This about that dog app thing I’ve been hearing about?”
Mike blinks, the smallest flicker of surprise breaking through his stoic expression.
“You’ve heard of it?”
“Of course I’ve heard of it! Everyone’s heard of it. ‘Uber for Dogs? It’s got the tech crowd buzzing.” The Disappearer’s tone shifts, uncharacteristically animated. “Mike, listen. Don’t vanish now. You’ve got a golden ticket sitting in your lap.”
Mike frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about opportunity. You’re in with Gustavo Fring, aren’t you? If you’re in on this, you’ve got leverage. Stay, and put in a good word for me. I want to invest.”
Mike leans back, running a hand over his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Dead serious,” the Disappearer says. “I’ve been looking for something like this. Low risk, high reward. People love their dogs. You could print money with this thing.”
Mike exhales slowly, his patience wearing thin. “You think this is a joke? You have any idea what I’m dealing with here?”
“Mike,” the Disappearer interrupts, his voice calm again. “You’ve got an inside track. Use it. If this takes off, you could set yourself up for life. Hell, you’d never need me again.”
The line falls silent for a moment as Mike processes the words. He rubs his temple, the weight of the situation pressing down on him.
“Alright,” he says finally. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good,” the Disappearer replies. “And if you decide to stick with it, remember: I want in.”
The call ends with a soft click. Mike sets the phone down and stares at the worn carpet beneath his feet.
“Everyone’s losing their damn minds,” he mutters to himself, smoke curling around his face.
In Saul’s office, Walt and Jesse pace nervously, the sound of their footsteps filling the room. The TV in the corner plays a news segment about the recent launch of Pawber: Uber for Dogs. A promotional video showcases happy pet owners, cheerful dogs, and sleek app interfaces.
Walt stops pacing and stares at the screen, disbelief written all over his face.
“I can’t... I can’t believe this,” he mutters. “We’re in the middle of a war with a man who just launched Uber for Dogs. What even is this?”
Jesse, slumped in a chair, shakes his head. “Yo Mr.White why are you freaking out? How does this help Gus kill us?”
“Who cares how it helps him?” Walt snaps, his voice rising. “The fact that it’s working is the problem! We’re being outmaneuvered by an app for dogs, Jesse! Dogs!”
Saul, lounging behind his desk, interjects. “Alright, take it easy, Einstein. We can turn the heat up on Fring, but it’s gonna cost you.”
Walt glares at him. “What are you talking about?”
Saul leans forward, his tone conspiratorial. “I’m saying we weaponize the woke crowd. PETA, animal rights activists, the whole nine yards. We leak just the right details about Pawber—questionable labor practices, fake claims about dog safety, maybe even toss in a whisper about Fring profiting off animal cruelty in his chicken farms. Social media will explode.”
Jesse raises an eyebrow. “That actually sounds... not bad.”
Saul smirks. “Yeah, but it’s not free. I’m gonna need a little extra to grease the wheels—hiring influencers, bots, the works. We’re talking big money here.”
Walt’s expression darkens. “You’re seriously asking me whether I prefer dying over losing money? Do it, Saul. Do it now, or you’re dead too.”
Saul’s smirk vanishes instantly. He raises his hands defensively. “Alright, alright, no need to go all Heisenberg on me! I’ll handle it. Just... let me explain the plan.”
Meanwhile, Mike, sitting in his nondescript sedan outside Saul’s office, listens through the bug he planted earlier. Saul’s voice crackles over the receiver, outlining the plan to manipulate public opinion. Mike sighs deeply, shaking his head.
“This could actually work,” he mutters to himself, “if it weren’t for those idiots running it.”
He grabs his jacket and heads into the office.
Inside, Saul is in the middle of detailing his elaborate social media strategy when the door swings open. Mike walks in, his face impassive as always.
Walt and Jesse freeze, their eyes widening in fear. Jesse instinctively reaches for the gun he’s hidden under his jacket, fumbling it into his hands. Walt scrambles for the gun Saul keeps in his desk drawer.
Mike doesn’t flinch, even as both guns are pointed at him. “Really?” he says flatly. “That’s how you want to play this?”
“Stay back!” Walt snaps. “How long have you been listening?”
“Relax,” Mike says, his tone calm but firm. “If I were here to kill you, you’d already be dead.”
Walt doesn’t lower his gun. “Then why are you here?”
Mike steps closer, undeterred by the tension. “Because your plan has holes, and I’d rather end this mess before it spirals out of control.”
Jesse glances nervously at Walt, then back at Mike. “What kind of holes?”
Mike gestures toward the desk. “Saul’s plan? Not bad, but it’s messy. You leak the wrong details, PETA might come knocking, sure. But so will half a dozen corporate lawyers with countersuits. You don’t know the game Fring plays. I do. If you’re going to take a shot, you’d better not miss. And right now? You’d miss.”
Saul, now sweating, interjects. “So... what are you saying, Mike? You’re here to help us?”
Mike nods. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. Because the sooner you idiots stop poking the bear, the sooner I can stop cleaning up after you.”
Walt finally lowers his gun, though his grip remains tight. “Why would you help us?”
Mike points vaguely toward Walt. “First, you two geniuses decide to play chicken with the chicken man himself. Not a great idea, considering the guy’s got more money, more men, and more brains than the lot of you combined. But fine, you manage to weasel your way into Madrigal with some harebrained scheme about go-karts with laser tag.”
Mike lets that hang in the air, his expression unchanging. “Go-karts. With laser tag. And somehow, somehow, Madrigal bought it. Still haven’t figured out how you pulled that off.”
He glances at Jesse. “Then there’s the whole dog thing. Fring, God bless him, decides to counter your stupidity with my own stupid idea. Uber for dogs. Uber. For. Dogs. The man who built a multi-million-dollar drug empire entertained me when I ignorantly said ‘You know what? Let’s make an app where you can hitch a ride for your Pomeranian.’ And the worst part? It worked.”
Mike shakes his head slowly, disbelief finally creeping into his voice. “But no, that wasn’t enough. Because then Fring tells me to blackmail the user base. Every single one of them. And when I told him that wasn’t practical for millions of app users, his response? ‘Do it anyway.’”
He leans forward now, looking directly at Walt and Jesse. “And while all this is going on—while I’m playing babysitter for a dog taxi service—you two are scheming with Saul here to rile up PETA and the woke crowd to take Fring down. Because yeah, nothing says ‘mastermind’ like throwing tofu-eating activists at a guy who’s murdered more people than I care to count.”
Mike lets out a slow, exasperated breath. “And now, here I am. Sitting in an office with a meth cook, his sidekick, and a lawyer whose best move so far is not choking on his own tie. All because I’m the only one in this circus who has a clue what he’s doing.”
The room is silent as his words sink in. Mike’s eyes dart between them.
“But you know what?” He sits back, his voice dropping lower. “This whole thing? It’s just another half-measure. That’s what this has been from the start. Half-baked plans and dumb luck. And I’m telling you right now, no more half measures. Either we end this clean, or we don’t end it at all. Because one more misstep, and the only ones getting rides are you two, straight to the morgue.”
Mike rises, adjusts his jacket, and heads for the door. Before leaving, he turns back one last time.
“And for the record? If this ends with me blackmailing a golden retriever’s owner, I’m out. That means you’re dead”
Jesse stands abruptly, his face flushed with anger.
“Yo, hold up!” Jesse shouts, his voice cracking slightly. “Sidekick? That’s what I am? A goddamn sidekick? Man, screw you, Mike!”
Mike stops mid-step and slowly turns around, his expression unchanging. “Really?” he says, deadpan. “That’s the part you’re latching onto? Sidekick?”
“Yeah!” Jesse snaps. “I’m the guy that beat you at your own game. I killed Gale, alright? You don’t know what it’s like to... to deal with that, man. So don’t you dare—”
“Handled Gale,” Mike interrupts, shaking his head slightly. “Sure. You handled him. And now, because of all that ‘handling,’ I’m sitting here listening to a meth cook cry about uber for dogs. You want a medal?”
Jesse stares at him, fuming. Then, as if something clicks in his mind, he pivots, his voice becoming more frantic. “Wait a second, Gale was... Gale was vegan, man! Like hardcore! He wouldn’t even wear leather or swat a fly. And now we’re talking about setting PETA on Gus? What if—” Jesse lowers his voice dramatically, almost whispering, “What if we’re cursed?”
The room goes silent, everyone staring at him.
“Cursed?” Mike finally asks, his tone dripping with disbelief.
“Yeah, cursed!” Jesse says, pacing now, his hands waving erratically. “Gale was all about animal rights and not hurting anything, and we—” He gestures wildly at Walt. “—we ended him! And now? Now Gus is out here making Uber for dogs while we’re talking about siccing PETA on him. That’s karma, yo. That’s Gale’s revenge from beyond the grave!”
Saul blinks, looking genuinely baffled. “Okay, uh, I’ve heard some wild things, but this is... new.”
Walt, however, has had enough. He steps forward, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to stave off an aneurysm. “Jesse,” he says, his voice sharp and tired, “what the fuck are you talking about?”
Jesse stops pacing and glares at him. “I’m saying maybe this is why everything’s so crazy! You don’t mess with a guy like Gale and get away clean, man! Now we’ve got dog apps, PETA plans, and Mike treating me like a—like a damn clown!”
Mike folds his arms, watching the scene unfold like a particularly bizarre nature documentary. “I’ve seen a lot of ways people rationalize their own screw-ups,” he says dryly. “But blaming a vegan you shot point blank for why you’re losing to chicken man with Uber for dogs? That’s a first.”
Walt throws up his hands. “We’re not cursed! There’s no karma! This isn’t some cosmic punishment, Jesse—it’s Gus Fring being a lunatic drug lord and you dragging me into it with that stupid go-kart idea!”
Jesse throws his hands up too, mirroring Walt. “Oh, right, because you’re Mr. Rational! You’re the guy who just told Saul to ‘burn Gus down’ with Instagram influencers and hashtags!”
“I’m the guy who came up with the plan to kill Gale. The plan which saved both our lives.” Walt fires back, his face reddening.
The two start bickering like children while Saul looks on helplessly, and Mike simply watches with his usual deadpan calm.
Finally, Mike steps forward, raising his hand like a teacher trying to quiet a classroom. “Enough,” he says firmly. Walt and Jesse stop mid-shout and glare at him.
Mike sighs, rubbing his temples. “You’re both idiots, but you’re alive idiots—for now. So how about you stop arguing about curses and hashtags, and start figuring out how not to get yourselves killed?”
The room falls silent again, except for Jesse muttering under his breath, “Still think it’s a curse.”
Mike glares at him. “You’re cursed, alright. Cursed with being dumb enough to keep doing this.”
He turns and walks out the door, leaving the three of them standing there in the chaos of their own making.
TO BE CONTINUED
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2025.01.22 12:55 Popular-Device-3908 anywhere that sells these type of bluelight glasses (but not on temu or shein)?
 | ive been looking for a certain style of blue light glasses and the only ones ive liked have been on temu or shein, so i was wondering if anyone knew a place that sold these type of styled glasses. something that is mostly rimless or fully and lenses that lay bigger on the face. Thank you!! submitted by Popular-Device-3908 to findfashion [link] [comments] |
2025.01.22 12:55 Kadj2022 EK armory/gunnery subs
So I, with a few friends, decided to have a very mod heavy campaign. Of course, we needed some good artillery to fight big creatures, so i installed remastered EK gunnery, armory and dockyard mods, but couldn't find any subs that use potential of these mods and aren't pre 1.0.
So, are there any good submarines that utilise these mods that aren't old and if there are not, give me some good pre 1.0 subs that i can modify for modern use?
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2025.01.22 12:55 splitmindgamez43 it’s ok to be ugly.
i know i’m not that attractive, i know I don’t fit the beauty standards, I am “ugly” by society standards and what about it? Why should being “ugly” offend me? I don’t care. Women’s looks are always used to make us feel small or special… why? why? why?, Who set that system up? It’s ridiculous, why should I hyper-fixate on a beauty standard that’s extremely unrealistic, time consuming and clearly affecting women’s mental health? it’s unattainable, unsafe and unhealthy.
I don’t need to be told i’m pretty, i’m not concerned about looking desirable to whoever… my looks are the least interesting thing about me and my life. It’s very freeing thinking this way 💕
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2025.01.22 12:55 cptsquat Ezone 98 vs Vcore 98
Thanks everyone who helped me with my previous post. As I am very limited to demo options in my town, I'd love to hear experiences from people who have used these two racquets. I use one-handed backhand and try to be as aggressive as possible.
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2025.01.22 12:55 Embarrassed-Ear7751 Site bugando?
Quando vou entrar aparece que meu login ou senha é inválido, sendo que é um cadastro que deixei salvo o ano inteiro e nunca deu isso. Quando vou apertar que esqueci a senha dá erro 500. Devo me preocupar ou é normal por causa da quantidade de gente acessando?
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