Spoiler: 01

Man: Year 205; people, the villagers, gathered to this lone stagnant acacia tree. Its considered companions were the nearby wide lake, marsh, with tall grasses.

Woman: Hon--, you said lone, and followed by its companions. Do you mean the tree?

Man: Nooope. The peeeople?

Woman: Eh?

Man: They hanged the witches, fugitives of injustice.

Woman: Hey, witches aren't true.

Man: What about you?

Woman: I'm not a witch!

Man: I love it, if you're one. It's quite attractive and tempting, as long as you're seducing only me.

Woman: (Blushes) Eh.

Man: (Laugh) People of the past, were scared with no basis.

Man: Year from 500 until 1101; On this tree, it became the center of raping, serial killing, and massacres.

Woman: Aw...

Man: You're not a dog.

Woman: It's bark!

Man: In English, yes. In our Language, aw. Aw! aw aw! Bark! bark bark! C'mon doggy.

Woman: Shit you...