Words of the Constant
Viney Bush
Whoops.
I feel like I could have prevented that.
Take that, nature!
It's all viney!
Evidence of an exothermic reaction.
Based on past evidence, I can theorize this will grow back fairly quickly.
Ah! Those gnarled branches look very useful.
Not much use to anyone now.
Those vines are mine.
Looks a little tangled.
Rather a shame.
I trust the vines will grow again.
Makes for some fine construction material.
That smoky aroma always makes me hungry...
How divine! It has been de-vined.
I do wish those were grapevines...
It's burnt. No sense vine-ing about it.
It needed a haircut.
This bush has helm head.
It's met its end.
Used up, for now.
These have taken over the island.
All burned up.
We took it all.
It's a nice bush.
I think it looks better like this.
Your sacrifice will not be in vain.
It's quite pretty.
Not unexpected.
It'll grow back. I hope.
Look at all those ropey branches just waiting to be used.
Charred matter.
The stems will grow with time.
A scandent flora.
'TIS FWOOSH'DED
'TIS CHOP'T
HATH THE TWIRLY ROPES
Those are fun to burn!
That's how you untangle them.
I bet these crackle and pop when they burn.
Ash.
I won. You lost.
This is bush. Of vines.
Welp, that's not coming back.
Not as fun as a tree, but it was good chopping nonetheless.
It's just asking to be chopped.
Thet's one way ta solve a knot.
Thet straightened ya out.
Ya look like a tangled pile o'riggin'.
NOOOO!