Walter White didn’t just cook meth; he turned every drug deal into a high school math problem. The man could be standing in the middle of a desert shootout and still calculate profit margins faster than a Walgreens cashier on Black Friday. If chemistry was his profession, math was clearly his side hustle, because this dude treated every pile of cash like it was SAT prep.
The best part? He didn’t need calculators. Who needs a TI-83 when you’ve got Walter White’s brain? He’d stare at a stack of bills, squint slightly, and suddenly spit out exact totals like he was auditioning for Rain Man: Albuquerque Edition. Every time Jesse tried to round numbers, Walt looked at him like rounding was a federal crime. Precision wasn’t optional; it was his love language.
By season four, his obsession reached Olympic levels. Instead of enjoying his millions, he was calculating laundry costs, gas mileage, and how many barrels of methylamine could fund Junior’s next breakfast. Watching him break down drug money felt less like a crime show and more like an episode of Shark Tank, except the sharks were cartel hitmen and Walt was the nerd explaining net profit margins.
What’s hilarious is how much pride he took in those mental spreadsheets. This man could be laundering millions, yet he still flexed like a kid showing off multiplication tables. You’d think he was doing charity math marathons, not planning cartel-level operations. Honestly, he seemed way more satisfied solving numbers than actually spending the money. Dude never bought anything cooler than a used Chrysler.
So Walter, thank you for proving that math teachers can be terrifying. May your ghost keep calculating imaginary profits in the afterlife, forever correcting Jesse’s sloppy decimals.
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