Fuck you, Meyer. Fuck you and your logic and always thinking this shit can get solved up with fucking words when every bone in his body is vibrating with the need to tear somebody limb from limb. He pushes hard into Meyer's hands, still stumbling and disorientated from his repeated blows to the head.

"Get the fuck off me, Meyer! I needs this! This is fucking MINE!" he's blowing smoke and hissing as he screams, doing everything to force his way out of Meyer's grasp. But he's not burning the house down. Yet.