"Whoa, no. Are you kidding? We're not gonna kill 'em! That's fucked up, I hang out with those trees. They just need a good, friendly sock to the face that's all." Grobbler scoffs a moment.
"Jeez." He takes another swig of his beer. "They'd never forgive me if I started cutting them up."
There's a weird silence as a grim expression settles on Grobbler's face. Well, they're probably gonna have to find a good day to do this.