I would remind you to respect your alders, but it’s plane to see, you don’t give a crape-myrtle.
With you at the elm, I wouldn’t wager a fig for our chances of survival, though my dogwood.
***GAAAAA!!! * **Enough! One more bad pun and I release my most awful, horrid, bloodthirty, mean-tempered creation ever!!
Pine! Be that way!
Yew’re such a crab. 
AARRRGGGHHHH!!!
:: Slams fist on big red button ::
:: Gigantic door opens in south wall ::
:: Abomination unlike any other emerges ::
You were given fair warning…now you will have to face your pun-ishment! Attack, my pet!
:: Rufus Xavier is set upon by a giant, ravenous, bloodthirsty, venomous, Great White Saber-Tooth Rattleantulidilluphineoasaurus ::
:eek:
Looks like Hal got board with the tree puns. Wooden’t you know…
Yeah, he’s off his walnut. :eek:
Oak-ay, I can tell we’re branching off in all the wrong directions. If we can’t get to the root of the problem, you’re all just going to have to leaf.
Special Thanks to my pal Phil for these most un-holly of puns!
Aw, shove it up your ash.
Right…that’s one…two…three more Great White Saber-Tooth Rattleantulidilluphineoasaurus released into the common room.
That’s the problem, Hal.
We’re in an uncommon room. 
Look! They’re mating, or something. It must be spring!
Gosh, I hope this doesn’t lumber us with a lot of little ones…
Go, man, go! Don’t rest on your laurels!
Whoa. That thing gives me the willows. I just swallowed my gum.
I’d be nuts to stick around here, so I think I’ll be leaving now.
We’re rooting fer ya, Rufus Xavier! Don’t leave now!
Sorry to leave yew in the larch, but I’ve already packed my trunk. Maybe you should call the copse.
Aw, yew know what the copse’ll bee like: they’ll come barrelling in with their austomatic weapons and blow everything to splinters. Better to take care of it ourselves.
Ah! The puns! They hurt!
:: slumps into a pile clutching his head ::
uh… ow… my brain…
wow, Hal, you sure went to town with that giant, ravenous, bloodthirsty, venomous, Great White Saber-Tooth Rattleantulidilluphineoasaurus. And Rufus, I’m suprised you’re not leafing.
I’m sure you can teak care of it. I just don’t have the balsa.
OW! These puns hurt.
If I could leave I would :rolleyes: