Words of the Constant

Expired. But it appears that is a recent occurrence.

Such agility! The way he's able to navigate on that sphere of poop!

A dormant dung dancer.

Presumably, he's seeking a replacement for his poop sphere.

Walani

Aww... All dunged out.

Walani

It's a grade-A dung surfer.

Walani

That's the right attitude.

Someone's grubbing.

Good riddance to bad rubbish!

Too repugnant!

I say! It can sleep anywhere!

It's lost its dung.

Such is life.

Not how I would spend my days.

Warly

Dormez bien, mon amie.

She's fallen.

She has fallen in battle.

A mounted foe!

May her dreams be as foul as the spheres she rides.

Wigfrid

She has been thrown from her foul mount!

It has come to a feculent end.

What a filthy creature.

The time is right to strike.

Sans dungball, I see.

Awww.

Is that... poop?

She dozed off.

She fell off her poop ball.

How I envy you.

A symbol of the ugliness of this world.

Wendy

Even the hideous sleep sounder than I.

Wendy

Alas, she has fallen from her grotesque perch.

Someone should write a eulogy. Not me, but someone.

Swell. A giant bug on a giant ball of poop.

Just screaming to be stepped on.

At least it smells a little better now.

Ms. Wickerbottom

A Scarabaeidae cadaver.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Scarabaeidae with her droppings.

At rest.

She's lost her dung.

HATH SHUFFLED OFF HIS MORTAL PLOP BALL

HAS'T THE PLOPS

SLEEP NO MORE!

HAS'T NAUGHT THE PLOPS

Squashed.

Beat it, smelly beetle!