Unbottling Years of Aggression

"Fred!"

Diona's voice cut in through the comms, "What's going on in there? Don't lose control! Idiot!"

With that reminder, Fred instantly shifted his furious expression into a look of stern disappointment. 

"Baloo, don't make me do this," Fred complained. He shook his head with purposeful hesitation.

But Baloo wasn't shaken. Nor was he swayed by the act.

The metal rod creaked as Baloo clenched it all the tighter. His orange-yellow eye widened as his jaw snapped forward. "I told you to stop pretending!"

C-crack!

Fred slid backward as Baloo destroyed another apartment door. "Baloo! Stop! These are innocent people–"

"TURD!!" C-crack!

Baloo roared and stopped listening as he lunged after the donkey man, "Go die! In a ditch! Bitch!"