"So you're saying I'm not good enough for her?" George stepped closer to Reuben. "That I'm not the top. I'm not the best." Despite his short height, his saunter quickly ended when he was an arm's distance from Reuben. "I don't care what your idiotic bitter father says." Grabbing Reuben's shirt, George pulled Reuben to eye level. "I, am, the, best," George hissed every word, feeling his teeth get a bit sharper with each word.