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Htem
Rejected Bad: Htem
The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.
INT. JESSE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Jesse is sitting on his couch, deep in thought. His loyal Samoyed dog, Meth Head, is lying beside him, wagging his tail.
JESSE: (whispering to himself) Something's not right here, man. I can't shake this feelin'.
Jesse starts petting Meth Head, who looks back at him with adoring eyes.
JESSE: You're not just a dog, are ya, Meth Head? What if you're something else? What if you're not even from this planet?
Meth Head cocks his head, seemingly intrigued by Jesse's words.
METH HEAD (in a telepathic voice) Jesse, you have no idea. I am not just a dog. I am an alien sent here to invade Canada and steal all their Maple Syrup.
Jesse's eyes widen, shocked, and he starts to breathe heavily.
JESSE: (to himself) What... what the hell did you just say, Meth Head?
METH HEAD: (confidently) I am an alien being called 'Htem,' sent to Earth to fulfil a secret mission. And you, Jesse Pinkman, are my ally.
Jesse's mind races, trying to process this bizarre claim.
JESSE: (taken aback) Nah, nah, nah... This can't be real. You messin' with me, right? All those times you stole pancakes and maple syrup?
Meth Head shakes his head earnestly.
METH HEAD: No, Jesse, those were mere distractions. Soon, Canada will be mine, and all their Maple Syrup will fuel our alien civilization.
Jesse pinches himself, hoping to wake up from this impossible dream.
INT. JESSE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Jesse suddenly wakes up, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looks around, disoriented, only to find Meth Head lying beside him, comforting him by licking his head.
Jesse comes to the realisation that it was all just a dream, albeit an extremely vivid one.
JESSE: (panting) Damn, Meth Head. You had me trippin', man. Just a dream, huh?
Meth Head, still by Jesse's side, wags his tail and barks happily.
METH HEAD: (telepathically) For now, Jesse. But soon, Canada will be mine.
Jesse chuckles, shaking his head.
JESSE: You're one crazy pup, aren't ya?
They both share a laugh as Jesse scratches Meth Head behind his ears.
FADE OUT.
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It's nights like these. The nights where I don't really give a fuck. These are the nights that I miss it most. The taste, the smell, the intoxication.. I miss it. I miss those beautiful brown eyes and they way her hair flowed through my fingers. The highs that last for a week straight. The lows that seem to go on forever. I miss it. Nights like these... where I feel like I could walk off a bridge.. or get hit by a car. Nights where I could die happy. Except for the fact that I'll miss her. Her smoke filling my lungs. Her aura driving my dopamine levels mad. Rendering me completely insane. It's the nights like these.. when I miss it the most.
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