"Just mad?" That pink energy flickers off the tips of his ears like the wick of a candle. "I'm not just mad, Kyle. Being out of Redbull makes me just mad. I'm justifiably fucking furious that playing by the rules is what gets you fucking disqualified.

"The only thing that ever proves to anyone is that you might as well make your own rules and trust yourself to enforce them." He engulfs himself in that pink flame and sets his furious sights on that little Christmas hut behind the velvet rope.

"I don't give a shit about growing as a person if they can't promise I'll do it with you."