He had just turned the power sander off when he heard this loud banging at the door that ended with his door busting open just before hitting the ground with a thud. To see the man standing behind it, wielding his sledge hammer on his property and using it to break into his inner sanctum, was enough to make him go from not liking the boy to a much stronger feeling. He stood there with the calmest face in the world, as if his body was on a delay on displaying his actual emotions, for the emotions that were boiling deep inside were those of extreme anger.<br/><br/>"Boy...I will give you to the count of ten to get off my property, at the count of ten, if you are not off my property, I shall come at you with everything I have. Do you understand me?" A voice that was clear, calm and to the point came from his lips. This a contradiction in itself since it always seemed that when he was truly angry, he was utterly sophisticated with the accent of his clearing up and his mannerisms becoming much straighter and more like that of a businessman. This was one of those times. He stood there with his arms at his sides, feet together and firmly planted in place.<br/><br/>The count was not going to begin just yet, he wanted the boy to truly understand that he was not joking. And getting some kind of confirmation from him as to his understanding of his current terms was how he was going to hopefully establish that.