Untie the rope...
Me mumbling: Treason stuff. Cop: Louder for the microphone. Me: Trees 'n' stuff. Gardening.
Because he was Poplar!
The leaf, the rope stops the emo.
A leaf. The rope catches the emo.
Cut the rope.
It's a bouqet of forget-me-knots.
A. because he wanted to help untie the human race.