"Speak up, damn you!" He waved the chainsaw menacingly.
He fired up the saw, leaned in and put its teeth to his adversary. Shreds of bark scattered as the tree stolidly bore his rage.
"I demand answers!" he roared.
They're keeping secrets; he can almost make out the words, in the rustlings of their leaves.
They have information needed by mankind. HIS kind. Answers to life's big questions. He's justified in using whatever force necessary.
The saw rumbled back to life; his recalcitrant subject shuddered, then fell in a spray of sawdust.
Plenty more trees in the forest.