Walter White walked into Harkinian's antiques store, a place filled with oddities and curiosities. The shop was run by a peculiar man named Harkinian who claimed to be the king of Hyrule, a fictional kingdom.

Walter shrugged off Harkinian's odd claim, focusing instead on the array of items for sale. His eyes landed on an unusually shaped item - a gun that supposedly shot hot food.

The weapon, called a dinner blaster, was unlike anything Walter had ever seen. It had no ammunition nor a power source, yet it could shoot an array of hot foods.

Intrigued, Walter decided to buy the dinner blaster. Harkinian, pleased with the transaction, wished him luck, his eyes twinkling with a strange intensity.

Back at his car, Walter examined the dinner blaster. It felt heavy, real, in his hands. He pointed it away from him and pulled the trigger.

A whole pizza, steaming hot, shot out of the blaster. It landed perfectly on a nearby picnic table, unscathed. Walter was stunned. The dinner blaster was real.

Walter was thrilled with his purchase. He imagined all the possibilities it presented. And then, an idea struck him - a duel with Gus Fring.

Gus Fring was the owner of Los Pollos Hermanos, a popular fast-food chain. But beneath the surface, he was a ruthless drug lord, and Walter's enemy.

Walter decided to challenge Gus to a duel at Los Pollos Hermanos. He didn't know how Gus would react, but he was ready for anything.

The next day, Walter walked into Los Pollos Hermanos, dinner blaster in hand. He called out Gus, challenging him to a culinary duel to the death.

Gus, taken aback, stared at Walter. Then he smiled, accepting the challenge. The restaurant fell silent, all eyes on the two men.

They stood at opposite ends of the restaurant. Walter, holding the dinner blaster, and Gus, armed with a tray of his famous fried chicken.

Walter went first. He aimed the dinner blaster and pulled the trigger. A fully dressed turkey shot out, flying towards Gus at high speed.

Gus deftly sidestepped the flying turkey. He retaliated by throwing a piece of fried chicken at Walter. The duel was on.

Walter fired again, this time a hamburger. Gus dodged again, retaliating with more chicken. The restaurant was filled with gasps and cheers.

The duel went on, Walter firing food from the dinner blaster, and Gus skillfully dodging and retaliating. The tension in the room was palpable.

Suddenly, Walter pulled the trigger and a hot, steaming pizza flew out. Gus was not quick enough this time. The pizza hit him square in the chest.

Gus staggered back, surprised. The crowd gasped. Walter had scored the first hit. He couldn't help but smile, feeling victorious.

But Gus was not defeated yet. He picked himself up, wiped off the pizza, and stared at Walter with a renewed determination. The duel was far from over.

They resumed their duel, the atmosphere in the restaurant tense. Walter kept firing food, but Gus was quicker now, dodging everything that came his way.

Walter was getting tired. His shots were becoming less accurate. Gus, sensing this, took his chance and threw a piece of chicken. It hit Walter.

Walter stumbled back, shocked. The crowd cheered. It was a direct hit. Now both men had scored a hit. The duel was tied.

Walter, gathering his strength, aimed the dinner blaster once more. He fired, a roast chicken this time. Gus was ready, but the chicken was too fast.

The chicken hit Gus, sending him sprawling. The crowd gasped. Walter had won the duel. He lowered the dinner blaster, victorious.

Gus stood up slowly, brushing himself off. He gave Walter a nod of respect. Despite their differences, he had respected the terms of the duel.

Walter left Los Pollos Hermanos, dinner blaster in hand. He had won a victory today, but he knew his journey was far from over.

Back at his car, Walter looked at the dinner blaster. It had changed his day completely. He wondered what other adventures it would lead him to.

As he drove home, Walter couldn't help but smile. The day had been filled with danger and deliciousness. And it all started at Harkinian's antiques store.

At home, Walter stored the dinner blaster safely. He knew he would need it again soon. After all, he still had many culinary battles to fight.

Walter settled down for the night, thoughts of the day's adventure still fresh in his mind. He had discovered a new weapon, made a new enemy, and tasted victory.

As he drifted to sleep, Walter couldn't help but wonder what the future held. But one thing was certain - with the dinner blaster, he was ready for anything.