Thou art banned, for thy statement is hideously incorrect from a spiritual standpoint, but since you're a tree, it's fine for you to have skewed understandings of life's meaning.
I shall be no hypocrite--I ban thee not for friendship, but for thy denial of Treeness. For thou art our only Tree, and if thou perish, what shall the Duffers do? Yea, verily, we shall weep upon the Can, and the Can shall lose its shininess: for 'tis for thee that the Can doth shine, for it loveth thee.
Thine octopus loveth thee, and shall not leave thee: and if the Gobbling Lady of Gondor doth make attempt to eat him, he shall drag thee with him, for he cannot bear to part with his beloved. (And thou art banned.)
Thou art banned, for few do. (unless they teeter on the verge of insanity) Homework consists of what you dislike, the leftovers; studies or (certain) subjects are the enjoyable part of learning.
How canst thou so rid thyself of the octopus that loves thee? Fie upon thee! He lieth out in the yard, his limbs splayed out, and the look of his countenance bespeaketh a broken heart. Cruel maiden, thou art banned.