Scarecrow closed his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose, trying desperately not to give into the rage arching through him. However, when he mentioned his pumpkin, the pen caddy went flying at the wall, Jonathan standing, clutching at the desk. “I will...have her remove them,” he hissed through his teeth.
After he had his pound of flesh for her touching what was his. The two over inflated bean bags on her chest would do nicely.
“Are you done trying to upset me?” he asked, raising his eyes to Jack, fingering the toxin in his pocket.