Gimli: Well, you know the beech-trees on the southern slopes, the ones with the nice wide climbing branches… that are just a liiiiittle too slight to bear a fully-grown dwarf’s weight…?
Gimris: you orc-breathed SIMPLETON, YOU CAN’T LEAVE A CHILD UP A TREE!!!
Gimli: (backing away, eyes wide and hands raised) But it’s his kingdom now, he’s proud as can be, he did it all by him…! Gimris, ach… no, wait… I’m…!
Gimris: (dangerously) I’d run, if I were you, nadad. Because if I can catch you, I AM GOING TO PULL EVERY HAIR FROM YOUR CHIN.
Gimli: (runs for it)
{Meanwhile, up a tree}
Gimizh: An’ I’m the boss now, so you do as I say. King Gimizh of the tree!