Creed lifted his hairy brows and brandished his trademark smirk. He folded his arms across his bare chest near the end of Baird’s tirade. I say one thing to him, an’ he flies off the handle, he thought. Good. It’ll be entertainin’ t’watch what he does next…
The brawler addressed the other man while he turned away to walk towards the door. “Pretty loud barkin’ from such a small puppy… Heh, you’re just like th’ runt, if he were a toy poodle. You wanna rumble? I'm right here. But if yer gonna yelp an’ yield, why waste your breath on empty threats?”
He waited for Baird to come within inches of crossing through the threshold of the door before he delivered the coup de grace.
“…Don’t forget yer’ mop n’ bucket when ya’ come back. Floor’s lookin’ a little dirty.”