"As if one of God's angels would deign to associate with the likes of you," Richard said dismissively. "And even if you do, where is he? Furthermore, what would he even do?"
"Extract your dead, unwelcome ass from our house?" Jesse said dryly.
"Don't you sass me, boy," Richard said sharply. The bulbs in the living room lamp blew, the radio squealed and shot sparks before abruptly dying, and the security floodlights outside suddenly failed, plunging the backyard into darkness.
"OK, well...that's deeply unsettling," Isaiah muttered, helping Adrian to stand.
"All it means is he's a big, dead, bully, who can't hit me like he so desperately wants to, so he's going to settle for destroying the electrical in the house," Jesse replied, with enough contempt for his father in his voice to rival Richard's earlier tone. Richard made his feelings on this statement known, by overloading the microwave to Jesse's right. It started belching smoke and giving off a foul smell of burnt plastic, but Jesse held his ground.