Dave the Triffid

Picture it, if you will. Poor old Dave. He's basically a decent bloke, but he has the misfortune of being the one decent bloke in an entire race of arboreal killing machines.

I imagine Dave's day to go something like this:

Dave: Morning!
Other Triffids: HISSSSSSSSSSS!
Dave: *sigh*

(Later)

Dave: Hello there!
People: AIIIEEEE! A TRIFFID! RUN!
Dave: *sigh*