Daddy Bramble...

"... Speak up, Baloo," the man grunted after taking his first sip of beer. "Didn't Daddy teach you better than that?"

Th-thump. Thud…

Baloo collapsed. His knees gave out first, followed by his hands. His heavy tail slammed down last. 

But Baloo's unblinking eyes and stiff neck held firm. They remained still. 

"Come on, Baloo. Lighten up…" 

Those words were an axe hacking away at the lizard boy's outstretched neck. 

The naked man continued, strolling up behind a chair with a mountain lion pelt draping the backside. And the man moaned with outrageous disappointment, "Fine then! Don't look at me. Cause this ain't my fault!

"This is your fault!" 

The lizard boy's eyelid's flickered. That statement stabbed through what little remained of Baloo's heart.