Rick couldn't take it anymore. After cleaning up the mess he stormed up the stairs and into the kitchen to confront his bratty step-son...
Except when he got to the top of the stairs and into the kitchen where Brandon was with two of his useless thug friends he couldn't do it. He was too intimedated. They didn't seem different, but something about Brandon and his friends made rick feel less sure of himself. less masculine.
As he looked around the kitchen, speechless, he noticed that there was a thin pink haze hanging in the room. The boyz had stopped whatever it was that they were doing and now stared at Rick.
"Yo Pops, What's your problem?"