[ okay no he can't actually tolerate this any more. he stands up abruptly, some little metal bits shaking on the desk with the motion. his eyes focus on her and then narrow, steeling himself for this. he's been patient, far more patient than he's ever been in his life before really. but now that time has passed. ]
I need you to get the hell out of my store now. [ this is terrible customer service, but he also has a fucking job to do so he's finding it difficult to feel all that bad about it. ]