The sheer, unapologetic disrespect radiating from Rick's casual, lazy voice struck Derrick like a physical blow, as the fat, sleazy businessman's face instantly turned a violent, explosive shade of dark purple, completely unable to handle a single ounce of mockery from a man he assumed was a broke, pathetic peasant.
Derrick aggressively marched forward, his heavy, tight suit straining violently against his bulging stomach, as he slammed his premium leather checkbook and the solid gold pen directly onto the rusted soup counter with a loud, resounding thud that echoed across the dusty room.
"You think this is a joke, you arrogant piece of trash?!" Derrick roared maliciously, pointing his fat, shaking finger directly at Rick's face, while spittle violently flew from his lips. "I am dropping a hundred grand in pure cash right on this table! That is more money than your entire pathetic bloodline will ever see in ten lifetimes!"
