Tell him to stick his non-compete up his ass

You're not really the violent sort. You got through high school doing bullies' homework rather than confronting them and Worthshill is one more bully. But somehow you've reached your limit. Which is probably stupid, you know. California courts don't often enforce non-compete agreements and certainly wouldn't enforce one that was signed only under duress. Still...

"You know what you can do with that non-compete, Worthshill. You can stick it up your ass."

"What?" Worthshill gets up from his chair and walks over to where you still stand in front of his desk. "Listen, punk. You're a nothing programmer. I hire and fire your type ten times every day." Every other word, he jabs you in the chest with his knuckle... you're pretty sure you're going to have a bruise to show for it but you suck it up and glare at him. "But I'm a good guy and so I'm going to give you a warning. Do not mess with the company. They will chew you up and spit out the juice."

"Yeah, sure, Worthshill. They've already done that." You grab the five year pin off his desk. "Maybe I can sell this on eBay. You think anyone would want to admit they've spent five years in this dump?"

"Barbara," Worthshill's face is red and he's practically screaming. "Get in here with my coffee, then call security and have them escort whatever this employee's name is off the facility."

Barbara shows up almost at once, a tray with coffee and cookies in her hand.

"If you'd come with me, Mr. Strong," she says.