A Moment Of Fantasy; Short Story

'Come on, hurry up!! Grind that plate!! Make sure you soften the edges! And...' Ed cried, as his useless bragging was continously bombarding my ears. Thankfully, the sound of the Grinder was louder than his brag's, and i was saved... For a little while, at least... I pulled the plate away from the grinder, and intended to examine it, before he pulled the plate off of my glove-covered hands with his bare ones. I knew i'd hear a hissing sound, and sure enough, immediately there's a hissing and clinging sound respectively. 'SHIT!! Why didn't you tell me it was hot, Goddamned it?!' i turned around and saw him waving his hands and blowing each one with a simple breeze made by his mouth. 'You should've told me it was hot, idiot! Where was your brain?!' he said, as expected from an Ed.
'Don't you think it was your fault? You...'
'HEY! Are the supervisor here?! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN WORK HERE FOR A YEAR!! So beat it!!' he cut me, taking a seat in the workshop and still blowing his hands. I looked the man closely, realize the grinder was still on. Sick by all of his bragging for the last few weeks, i ripped the grinder off of its brackets and threw it at him faster than the blink of an eye. It hit him so hard, he was thrown backwards towards the walls. The mimics of his face was humorously frightened, and i could laugh myself out had i finished him. 'You know...' i took a solid, 5-meter steel pole in a nearby basket, and as i slowly walked at the dying man, i played the pole in my hand, and said 'I'm sick of you, bragging yourself at my fucking face, like a dad yelling continously at a very, very good boy... Right now, that good boy have had enough, and he is intending to finish his loud, fucking annoying dad once... And for all... So...' i put the pole's end on my shoulder, and waited for his answer.
Finally, he rose his arm, and opened his mouth, and said, 'Plea...'. Tired of waiting for his answer, i swung the pole towards his head, as fast, and powerful, as i could, finally ripping off his head of the socket on his neck. The head rolled towards the side, into the open air, before being crushed by a passing-by car.
'SCORE!!' i dropped the pole and raised my both my hands into the air, expressing the sheer feeling of proud and relief exploding within my mind and heart. I walked slowly towards the open air, took out my bike's key and yelled, 'I QUIT, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!', while a middle finger from my left hand rose into the air...