Simms stood up a little bit straighter, before turning quickly and taking quick, meaningful strides towards Tobias. "How about you do what I tell you and worry about yourself and not what I'm doing?" He raised his hand like he might strike Tobias, but waited until he loomed over him and the kid flinched, then went back to the counter. He smiled once his back was turned. God, he was just waiting for Tobias to piss himself.
He returned to the sink, pulling out the now half-empty bottle of Drano and setting it down on the counter. Then he returned to the fridge to consider what would be a good replacement. Mayo? Mayo would probably work. He pulled out the mayo. "God damn it, faggot, stop fucking taking so long." Despite his words, he didn't even bother to look up at Tobias to see if he was coming with three more meals.