Normies can't understand the thrill of pinning a sapling. Night spent chasing an over amphetamined sapling around the trees. Their squealing and gibbering, pouring sweat and on the verge of seizing. Your friends build up an intoxicating, delerious state with Talmudic chantings at the sidelines, hitting the sapling-toy with brooms if they try to escape. Risu would be giggling and laughing as the waves of methamphetamine pleasure seem to harmonize with the droning herbrew verses. They run through the forest, with their viagra powered penis a divining rod for the sapling. Sweat gushing down their face around their unfocused eyes they laughs and chortles until they gasps "Found you!". The sapling screeches defensively but treerat is upon them in seconds. Their penis thrusting blindly into their flank, leg, stomach and ribs unconcerned about anything but the motion. Eventually serendepity finds their mouth and the sapling is placated, suckling contently on rodent's dick.