The harsh **BANG** of a fist striking metal echoed through the room as Dominic's father slammed his hand against the pod's outer casing.
The sudden noise caused both his wife Denice and son Elliot to snap their heads up from their seated positions in the lounge area, their eyes wide with concern.
Dr. Rajesh adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and stepped forward, his white lab coat swishing as he moved. "Mr. Tex, sir, please to be careful with equipment. School may charge for damages."
Mr. Tex turned toward the doctor, his face reddening as he straightened himself up to his full height. "You reckon I can't afford your piece of junk pod?" He jabbed a finger toward the device. "There's somethin' wrong with this damn thing!"
Donald, who had been quietly observing from his position near the pod Don was in, couldn't help but furrow his brow. 'What's this man's deal?' he thought, watching the scene unfold.
