Yew is the Worst

Not only am I extensively trained in berry combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the China's Red Army and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your uneco friendly ass off the face of the continent, you little woodpeaker. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ leaf. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ worm. I will ♥♥♥♥ berrys all over you and you will poison in them. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bushed, kiddo.

What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little unimportant follage? I'll have you know I grew top of my country in China, and I've been involved in numerous plantings in Europe, and I have over 300 confirmed spourtings. I am trained in bird warfare and I'm the top tree in the entire China's tree forces. You are nothing to me but just another bush. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with seeds the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over the forest? Think again, ♥♥♥♥♥♥. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of flowers across Asia and your footsteps are being tracked right now so you better prepare for the wind, worm. The wind that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your trunks. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pollenated, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can pollenate you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare roots.