Words of the Constant
Platapine
Haha. It's dead.
A spinny spiny sort.
Good. It's sleeping.
Dead. But rigor mortis has yet to set in.
Incredible! It's spinning at subsonic speeds!
Theoretically, all that spinning has tuckered him out.
Aw...
Hey little barbed dude.
I'll just sneak by.
Rather dead at the moment.
Rather prickly fellow.
I'd rather not wake it.
The other white meat.
He could skewer me!
I'll just sneak by...
Ha! Vanquished!
I will vanquish you, skewered one!
It is defenseless!
It happens to the best of us.
A beautiful mutation.
A sleeping abomination.
Aww.
Haha! He looks funny!
Sweet dreams, weird little guy.
Death is inescapable.
A horror.
I wish it only nightmares.
Spun himself to death.
Excuse me while I avoid your quills.
Stay asleep so I can get that lotus flower.
It's deceased.
Of the Ornithorhynchidae family I believe.
I won't wake it.
'TIS SHUFFL'DED OFF
FULL O' SOUND AND FURY
WEARY WITH TOIL
That's what you get.
You're weird.
It even sleeps weird.
Wolfgang win.
Wolfgang stronger than spiky goose rat.
Spiky goose rat is night night.
Well that's too bad.
Doesn't he get dizzy?
We should let him sleep.
It's been run through.
A cannonball o' fur.
Arrgh. It's takin' tha caulk.
Oh. Oh dear
Prick beast