Dave just took another step forward. He was starting to sweat, but he ignored it.
"You're right, I don't like you. You're the exact kind of asshole that I love to hate, for so many different reasons. But that's neither here nor there. I've seen too many people get hurt and I'm not letting it happen anymore, not if I can stop it.
"And this is bigger than you, Anderson. We're all in this together or whatever. We need to build up as much support as we can for when all of this shit goes through the roof. We need to be ready, and as far as I see it, if you're not with us..." He leaned in closer. "You might be against us. And I really, really don't like that. So start. fucking. talking."