Awww, nice little baby dinosaur thing. Erwin smiles a little, resisting the urge to pat the Tropius on the head -- not every Pokemon is as okay with petting as Gunsmoke is -- and instead moving towards the plantain tree.

A moment to size it up, another to prepare and he's just going to bodyslam the trunk. Because he's a man. Once, twice for good measure, and at least some of the fruits should be swaying wildly, then dropping to the ground.