*Angry Pinsir is stomping around with a sprig of holly stuck on his pincers. His arms are long enough to reach up and take it off, but thinking makes him made, so there he is, pinching away at the sprig of holly with no luck*
I SEE GREEN
*He has just come out of the woods. Go figure*
AND I SEE RED.*cue dawning realization
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