"Good grief, Nessa! How did a tree grow in our office while we were on summer vacation?"
"Holy branchling Pudding! That's just a little freaky."
"Should we call a tree surgeon, or just have the editorial staff rake our desks in a few weeks?"
"I'm up for more staff chores, and it adds a nice little spot of shade."
"Hmmm...I suppose you're right." And with that, the Pink Ink Team decided that it was time for the Glorious Revolution, and the tree was put in charge.
Pudding and Nessa were never seen again.