"You know what? You're right. Why would I even expect you to listen to me? I mean, it's my bike, but why should I get an opinion, right?" He grits, throwing Don an aggressively dismissive gesture. "Who gives a crap what I want?! You can go build your stupid mold bike for all I care! Just forget it!"

He is just so fucking pissed and frustrated and wants to hit Don until he's bleeding from his stupid fucking mouth. But instead, he stalks across the room and flips the desk chair with a violent amount of force. One of the legs breaks off it the second it hits the ground.