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Regardless of how you feel about other people’s pets, whether they’re rats or snakes or spiders or lizards or whatever else, don’t be a dick. Do not make jokes about killing them, do not comment on how disgusting they are and do not act like the animal is a contagious disease that you need to get away from. These are our beloved pets. You wouldn’t like it if someone treated your pets like that, so please don’t do it to ours just because they’re a little bit different.

            “… Good—- The lyrics are more than disgusting.”

"Yes sir." Todd nodded as he took his iPod and pressed pause. "Sorry, forgot not everyone likes Eminem."

"Sorry Mr. White, I'll turn it off."

The kick to already bruised ribs forced Jesse down fully and he curled slightly to avoid further damage to that side. Another series of coughing caused more blood to splatter onto the floor and Jesse let himself groan softly in pain, resting his cheek on the cool floor. “You ain’t gonna kill me so s’not like I got lotta choice as to workin’, right?” He asked quietly, looking up at Todd through swimming eyes of pain.

"Don't push it, Jesse. I won't kill you, but my Uncle ain't as nice as I am." Todd leaned over to pull the other man up by the collar of his shirt. "You're right though, you don't have a choice. So, we're gonna work together and you should be nice to me, Pinkman. I can be your only friend out here." Todd threatened, pulling Jesse as close to him as he could. 

Jesse took the slap without making a noise, though a visible tremble rocked through him from the force of it. He swallowed down blood then spat a bit more out, shaking his head slowly. Though he knew better than to look up, Jesse couldn’t quite stop himself; his head came up to sizzle a malicious look over Todd. Defiant, Jesse spat some blood down towards Todd’s shoes, forcing himself to utter a weak, pained laugh.

Todd was ready to kill the other man right then and there. Jesse was making a fool of himself by trying to act so defiant. Todd gave Jesse a swift kick. "I thought we coulda' been friends, Jesse." Todd taunted. "I thought you and me and Mr. White woulda' made a great team." He kicked Jesse again. "You though, you just won't work with me, will you?" 

Todd's eyes narrowed, he'd tried to be friendly. It was just unfortunate that Jesse misbehaved like he did. He cringed when Jesse swore at him, giving Jesse a fake shocked expression. "Now don't be mean." Todd grunted as he reeled back and slapped Jesse across the face. "You're only makin' this harder on yourself."

The boy hated this part, the talking; Todd liked to do this, talking literally down to him, forcing Jesse to look up at him. The sooner he finished a cook the faster he could come and lie down again, which had become the only highlight of his day. Grit and grime stuck to him uncomfortably as he moved towards where the ladder would eventually drop, whenever Todd decided to lay it down. “Cool,” he stated, shrugging. “Extra hand could be nice.” His right side ached from healing ribs so he wasn’t exactly lying. “You, uh, you reckon I could have a cigarette, maybe? Y’know, if I do good?” Jesse learned faster than people gave him credit for and he wasn’t that stupid.

A sly smile decorated the edges of the red head's lips. There was something incredibly empowering about the way Jesse would ask him for things like that. He knew Jesse was smart, he knew he feared what Todd would do to him if he dared lash out again. As Todd opened the latch and lowered the ladder down he allowed Jesse the opportunity to climb up on his own. "A cigarette?" Todd asked with a small chuckle. "If you do good and if I learn a thing or two, maybe I'll get you a whole pack." Todd offered. "maybe some McDonalds too, how's that sound?" He knew if Jack heard about this he'd accuse Todd of spoiling the captive, but Todd wanted to learn this, and beating answers out of Jesse was only going to get him so far.  

At the overspill of grit into the pit, Jesse ducked his skull down to avoid it, blinking to compensate for the sudden change of the light. The friendly smile did nothing for him; Jesse knew all too well what lay behind those dead, cold eyes. Todd was nothing but cruelty and sickness in a human shell, a demon. “Hey, Todd,” he greeted nonetheless, having learned that actually returning attempts at conversation sometimes meant getting some creature comforts, though not many anymore. Sniffing, he rubbed under his nose and slowly rose, nodding as he did so. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

Jesse hadn't misbehaved yet today, meaning Todd had no reason to torture him, yet. When he undid the latch for the ceiling he didn't lift it straight away. "Good. I'm gonna' help you out today. You look like you could use a hand." The red head smirked. He knew if he got good enough at cooking then one day he wouldn't need Jesse anymore. At times he worried that would come soon. Jesse seemed to always be on the brink of either dying or getting himself killed. In a way it was sad to watch. "If we do really good today maybe I'll give you a treat." He spoke to the prisoner as if he were a dog.