.. It sounded like the singing was, coming from one of the work areas.. well, more of a tinkering parts of the place. Hell, he could actually see the shadows of Heisenberg on the other side of the door.
.. And well, there he was, singing to himself as he was sat in front of a workbench, he was working on the handgun he gave Mihal yesterday..
“Digging, myself.. a grave, won’t you dig a grave, with meeee..?.. -sigh-,.. Why am I still thinking about him? He’s just a human, a human Mother Miranda picked out of no where, so why?.. Ai ai ai..-“
He rubbed his head slightly, as he sat aside, the newly modified, gun. />