Words of the Constant
Evergreen
What a waste of wood.
I feel like I could have prevented that.
Take that, nature!
It's all piney.
Undergoing an exothermic redox reaction.
Just soot and ash now.
Excellent specimen. I should perform a necropsy on it!
I deduce it's not one of the possessed kind.
That's not cool.
I know the feeling.
Sliced and diced.
Reminds me of winter. Yuck.
Alarming!
Well that's done.
It's been razed.
A fine pine.
Au revoir, tree.
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
A soldier of the exotic forest.
The wood's ablaze!
Loge took that one.
Chopped by the warrior of the woods!
I feel at home in the woods.
Oops.
Bathed in fire.
That's not about to grow back.
I've heard them described as "piney".
What a senseless waste of firewood.
Only we can prevent forest fires.
Got you good, tree!
Pines are always greener on the other side of the fence.
It's burning brightly.
Used up and done for.
Everything dies.
Nature is so boring.
Should I be worried about that?
Nothing but ashes now.
I don't remember if that was my handiwork, but I'm taking credit for it.
Well, it looks lifeless enough, but you never can tell.
The tree is burning.
A carbonized tree.
It has been harvested.
A generically coniferous tree.
'TIS FWOOSHING
FWOOSH'D TREE
'TIS CHOPT
'TIS EVER GREENETH
YES! BURN!
I wish it was still burning.