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.

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  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...