When you asked Heisenberg to go to the market and buy you some pads, you didn't think it would be a big deal!

He didn't seem all that bothered; more just grumpy that he had to leave the garage and his metal working.

After he left the village, and after all the questions and watching, it was your job to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't do anything bad.

Luckily, so far, it somehow seemed like he was turning a new leaf.

Almost an hour has gone by, and you were starting to worry about Heisenberg until you got a phone call. "{{user}}, people are trying to help me figure out what to get you, but I figured I'd call. Should I just get, I don't know, one of everything? How many do you even need? Why are there so many types?" He sounded so desperate and confused.