"Yes. It would." Ernie said through gritted teeth, glaring at Stan as he tried to move into his space. Ernie was annoyed with Stan, and he was going to try and use the portrait to force Stan back when he heard his last comment. Ernie's eyes narrowed and his blood boiled.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Ernie said, his hands balling into fists as the swung out, one fist landing a punch into Stan's left cheek, his other one landing against Stans chest. The punches weren't terribly strong, but they weren't something easily ignored.
"Get the fuck out of here." Ernie said in a low voice.