Puck was vaguely aware that some part of him should have been at least mildly surprised that Quinn had dropped an F-bomb. But more importantly, the idea of ripping off someone's head lit up in him like a fire, his dark eyes widening at the prospect.

"We shouldn't have to stay here," Puck decided. "We're -- nothing's happening here. We can do better. And if anyone tries to stop us, you're right, we can rip their fucking heads off." His lip curled a little, unconsciously. "Same goes for everyone here, if they try anything with us, too." He paused, trying to subdue the urge that had flared up, and added, "I mean, if we have to. It's just...I feel like I could, too. More than usual."