The Flash flexes his neck muscles as a substitute for actually emoting (tm Tom Cruise) and thunders, "This is the last thing I need right now," and he slams his clipboard down. Dawson gives his dad the "whatever" face, and The Flash crabs about his best player losing focus, the team can't afford it, he's worked "too damn hard," blah blah blah beefcakes. Dawson says, "Well, excuse me if my entire future conflicts with your precious football team," and he's got a point, and then The Flash sighs, "Oh, don't be so theatrical," and he too has a point, but he ruins it by grumbling about the "football-loving principal breathing down [his] neck" and that he's trying to "build something here." Dawson wants to know what The Flash thinks he's doing, "dabbling in a hobby?" and says he's waited for just this kind of opportunity his entire life. The Flash snorts, "All sixteen years of it?" Zing! Dawson objects, The Flash reminds him he'll have plenty of opportunities, Dawson asks, "Are you telling me not to do this?" with a self-righteous nostril flare, and The Flash says no, "because I know you'll make the right choice," and he twangs his neck tendons menacingly while glaring at Dawson. Flare. Glare. Flare. Glare. Care? Well, no, as a matter of fact, I don't.