Words of the Constant
Thermal Measurer
Its measuring days are over.
I am one heck of a scientist.
Cannot function as is.
Amazing! Gold has mercurial properties here.
Not much use to me now.
Why put numbers on what you can feel?
A shame.
Quite a clever way to study the climate.
Foresight is 0/0.
Splendid. I should like to know when the worm is going to turn.
The measuring device has been slain by Loge.
If only it measured the heat of battle.
Who cares?
Not the most useful invention, is it?
Another dead friend.
How hot is it, Mr. Thermal Measurer?
Does that mean my day to die is here?
Why do I feel that it is measuring my mortality?
Wonder what the temperature of that fire was.
Every aeronaut needs one in her possession.
I can't read any measurements from that husk.
Measure before you act.
'TIS FWOOSHED
'TIS HOT? 'TIS COLD?
If you'd measured fire, maybe you woulda been prepared!
It would be better if it measured fire.
Flames go up! Measure machine go down!
Cold go up! Red go down!
The ones from home don't burn.
We can build these half as tall back home.
Thet don't help me now.
Arrr brrrrrr!
Fire made it broken
Warm? Cold?
FAREWELL, FRIEND.
HELLO, FRIEND.