"I've piloted a flying tin can through a bazillion dogfights! If I could live through that I can live through this!!" He says and hits the door once more extra hard and leaves a smol dent in the metal. After using some choice words, he continues "I don't need some young whipper snapper telling...
Uncle bob groans, "I knew this rickety thing wouldn't last! Back in 'Nam ya either walked the stairs or die in a haze of bullets from the Natives!" He taps his baseball bat on the ground a few times obviously dissatisfied.