So, I was on the chicken side, but I'm gonna have to give pizza the edge after what happened yesterday:
I've been rewatching the first three seasons of Breaking Bad so I can watch the last two (where I had previously left off) with proper context. Anyway, I'm watching the scene where Walt brings his son home after he showed up to Walt's apartment unannounced. Since Skyler and Walt are separated, Walt sees dropping his son back at the house as an opportunity to slide back in the house....at least for one dinner. Thus, he picks up a pizza and tries to shimmy his way in...I mean who's gonna turn down a XL Pizza?
Skyler will, thats who.
Skyler's a bytch. I know she's mad, but come on....fukk it, Walt, you got denied. Go home, and devise a new plan for getting back in her good graces over a scrumptious pizza that you now, conveniently, have all to yourself.
But you know what this unstable muh'fukka does? He throws a hissy fit. Stammers away and, in a fit of rage, tosses a perfectly good pizza on to his roof. Pepperoni at that (I see cats naming these specialty joints, which can be nice, but the tried and true pepperoni is still king).
His dumbass wakes up the next morning on the floor of his apartment with microwaved popcorn all over the place.
Now they've shown some pretty fukked up shyt on that show, from murders, accidental deaths, ODs, marital stress, work issues, addiction issues, dude burying his daughter, suicide, kid to meth head parents, and of course cancer. For each of these, I've had an appropriate sense of "damn, that's fukked up" when they happened; however, seeing them pan out as that perfectly good pizza lay on the roof of his garage, never to be eaten...I actually felt a knot in my stomach. A persistent thought of how cruel the world can be sometimes filled my head....like, did they really have to show that? Was that really necessary for the advancement of the plot? We know he was angry, and REALLY wanted to go home...but come on...now, I'm not gonna say a nikka cried or anything, but....
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