Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

why you be lyin'? he retorts, a frown curling at the corners of his mouth. he was resolute enough to not cry, but he certainly wanted to, the muscles in his chin wobbling and burning with the effort it took to hold himself together.
no. he was stronger than this. he was strong! and he was also smart; a little lightbulb goes off above his head as the gears begin to turn. where de rest of it be, den? he crows, the frown slowly twisting into a shit-eating little grin. you can 'ave de ear. i want de big meats! bring me de leg or i'll 'ave maman git rid a' you!