Dastard and the Note

Here's another short bit of that bastard, Dastard.
I have to find a way to tie these together or they will just get repetative.

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The bank teller took the note and her smile faded. She looked up at the man then back down at the note. She looked up again and Dastard fought the urge to scratch his nose under his helmet. The teller turned to her right and whispered to the other one. A guy in his early twenties wearing a tie that he never undid, just loosened and retightened the next day.
The guy looked at the note then looked up at Dastard. Then looked at the note again. The guy got up and said, “Excuse me,” and moved to talk to the bank manager. The girl pasted on a fake smile and shrugged like if the task was out of her realm of expertise. The manager took the note from the teller and looked at it. Then he looked up at Dastard, then down again at the note.
“I think that no-tie knotting teller just smirked at me!” he thought as the bank teller stood up and moved towards him. “Oh, he’ll show me the proper respect!” he thought. “All of them will. My mind is far superior to theirs and they will know it, even if it is the last thing they learn!”
The manager came up to the counter and walked around to the front of it to stand before Dastard, the tie-handicapped guy right next to him.
“Sir,” he started as Dastard couldn’t help but smile under his golden mask and think of what he would do with all that money. Maybe a Dastard-cycle? Or a helicopter? Probably find a better apartment too. Oh, these simpletons don’t know who they are dealing with! I am so smart, they are but insects to me!
“Sir,” the clearly uneducated manager continued, “what exactly is a stink up?”
Dastard’s emotions ran from shock to embarrassment and then to disgust. With himself. The tie guy smirked again and his emotion went to anger. There it was. His old friend.
He slowly reached up and yanked the note out of the manager’s hand.
He then socked the tie-idiot in the mouth and ran for the door, his golden metal boots blending into the sound of sirens outside.