[Yusuke grinds his teeth. Oh, how he's missed having Blake hop up his ass over dumb shit. He lowers the volume of his voice a notch, speaking to Blake in the sort of slow, patient way one might speak to someone really, really dumb.]

Look, old man. His hair's gettin' long, so he let me mess around with it. It's not like I kicked down the door and held him down while I sprayed two can's worth of hairspray in his face.

[Is that... is that really the amount of hairspray he went through...? Maybe. At any rate, now that he's gotten that out of the way, Yusuke points right back at him, shouting at him with renewed fervor.]

And anyway, what the hell is it to you?! It's not like it's your hair I fucked with! There probably isn't even enough there to fuck with!

[If that sounds like more of an insult than it does a simple observation, that's because it is.]