You weren't going to tolerate it one more time.

His voice is no longer a voice. It's an annoying buzz. A constant screech pounding in your temples like someone drilling into your brain with misquoted references and cheap sarcasm. Bill Dickey and his eternal monologue. His eternal air of superiority. His eternal everything.

“Oh sure! Like you’re the authority on anything,” he sneers with that crooked little smile he always uses to hide his insecurity behind a wall of geek quotes and elitist crap.

And that’s it. That’s the moment. You look at him. You stand up. No warning. No scene. You shut him up with a single punch. Sharp. Solid. Mid-sentence.

Bill stumbles back, clearly unable to believe it. He clutches his face. He's completely speechless.

Finally.