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.
Ah! Those gnarled branches look very useful.
Not much use to anyone now.
Those vines are mine.
Looks a little tangled.
Haw! That's one way to smoke them out!
They'll not be hiding in there again!
The sanctuary of those reptiles.
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.
I don't miss it, to be honest.
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
CHOP'T
'TIS TREE O' UGLY
Those were 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!