He would have to talk to his step son soon, but first he needed to try and get rid of this pink smoke. He opened up a cabinet, and took out an air cleaner. Setting it on the table, he plugged it in and hoped it would do its job and remove the smoke from the air. "Well, thats all I could do for now." Rick said to himself. Suddenly, someone started banging on the door to the basement.
From other side of the door, Brendan was pounding and yelling, "Rick! Rick open up! What is all this weird smoke?!"
Rick swore silently. He glared at one of the vents on the ceiling, "It must of spread through the entire house by now." Rick marched up the stairs and opened the door. He turned his glare to his step son. "This smoke is from the loud noise you call music." Walking past him, Rick strode to a window and pushed it open. "Don't just stand there!" Rick yelled as he opened another window.
After a long argument about Brenden's music, the two had gone around the house and opened up all of the windows. Though, the smoke had barely begun to dissipate. Brenden had stomped off back to his room and Rick had returned to his lab in the basement. He was curious about the smoke, so wanted to take a few samples of it. He pulled out three empty glass containers and began collecting. He filled two of them, and was starting on the thirds when the blasting of music from Brenden's room began again. The loud noise made Rick drop the third container. The glass crashed on the ground leaving a huge mess. "That's IT!" Rick exclaimed. "I will not have this in MY House!"
Stepping around the glass, Rick stomped up to Brenden's room and barged in. "Turn that noise off!" Rick declared. Not waiting for his step son, he walked over and turned the stereo off himself.
Brenden, equally furious, glared at his step father. "What did you do that for? You can't do that!" Brenden yelled. He moved to turn the stereo back on, but Rick swatted Brenden's hand out of the air. Brenden tried to pull his hand back, but Rick's arm came with it. "Now what are you doing?! Let go of my hand!" Brenden yelled.
Rick also tried pulling back his hand, but it seemed stuck to Brenden's. "Hold Still!" he demanded. "Were you playing with super glue again?" No matter how hard either tried, their hands were stuck together. Upon a closer look however, they saw that their hands weren't stuck together, but joined together.