Simms stopped his stirring and stood up straight again. "What did you just say to me?" His voice was low, his tone somehow both annoyed and amused at the same time. Was this kid finally growing balls? God, did he choose the wrong time for that. Simms turned, clenching his fists as he looked at Tobias. With the way that Tobias was shaking, Simms couldn't help but think that maybe his prior thought was wrong. "You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do."
He walked forward slowly this time, stopping right in front of Tobias. He put one hand on the scared man's head, gripping his hair to force his head to tilt back just a little. The other hand he put around Tobias' throat, loosely, but the threat was there. "Now I want to hear an apology from you, and then you're going to go up and hand out lunches. You're going to do that. Now I want you to agree to this, right now," he pulled Tobias forward a step by his hair, "or we're going to that sink, and I'm going to hold your face in that Drano until you've got no fucking choice to breathe that shit in. Do. You. Understand. Me."