"Put that chainsaw away, logger!"

"Go away. I'm working." A sideways glance. "And you're not on my list."

"Your work is destroying the planet!"

"Pff, do you know what these things would do if uncontrolled?"

"They'd make oxygen and help ecosystems to thrive!"

A long silence.

"...what are you."

"I'm Captian Planet! I will protect Mother Gaia - Hey!"

"You're quick. I wonder what color your blood is?"

"...you're not a logger."

"....do I look like one? Do you have any idea what flannel feels like?"

".....nevermind, misunderstanding, carry on...."