Words of the Constant
Ice Flingomatic
The fuel tank is getting a bit low.
All quiet on the flinging front.
Fling on!
It has almost consumed all of its available fuel.
I switched it off to save on fuel.
Primed for fire fighting!
It needs some juice.
It's out cold.
Fling it on!
I believe it's running low on fuel.
It appears it has been turned off.
I say, it's an automated fire brigade!
Shall I fuel it up?
He's sleeping.
Make it snow!
The catapult grows weak and tired.
Time to rest, flinging warrior.
Catapult engaged for battle!
Not much fuel left.
Quiet before the storm.
Begone, fire!
Running low on fuel.
It's off.
This would come in handy in a snowball fight.
It's running on fumes.
Quiet as a corpse.
I don't know why you bother. We're all going to burn.
I need to refuel.
Well, it's not going to work when it's off.
Nothing keeps fire away like chucking pieces of ice at it.
Fuel's getting low.
Nothing to see here.
Pitch that ice!
'TIS NEEDING FUELS
'TIS EMPTY
'TIS FULL
Almost out.
And stay off!
I wish you'd shut your lid and stop putting out fires.
Are you hungry, machine?
Machine know Wolfgang is stronger.
I can throw better.
It craves wood.
Lazy thing.
Save the trees!
'Tis nearly empty.
Hope no fires start 'round 'ere.
This area be protected from fires.
Needs food
Keep fire away