Rick just couldn't take it any longer. He had to do something about Brendon and his total lack of respect for anyone right now. Luckily, Tabitha wasn't home. She was out running a few small errands on this night. Rick knew that Tabitha would never let him try to bully or harrass, or even simply scold Brendon in the slightest way. This drove Rick mad, because Brendon was just as disrespectful to his mother as he was to Rick.
Rick stormed up the stairs. At the top step, he looked back down and saw that the strange, pink-colored smoke was still not dispersing. "Weird shit," he muttered to himself. He opened the door and quickly closed it behind him once he stepped into the kitchen. He didn't want the smoke to spread through the house. He coughed a few more times, the effects of the smoke still lingering around him.
He stormed up the stairs, the infernal music blaring louder as he approached Brendon's room. What was with music today anyway? It was loud simply for the sake of being loud. Rick loved Led Zeppelin, but at least they could sing and play instruments in an actually melodious manner. This shit was certainly not that.
Rick reached Brandon's room, the music loud and clear through the doors and walls. Rick figured it would do no good to knock on the door, as Brandon wouldn't hear him anyway. And besides, this was his own house. He could do what he wanted. He burst through the door.