Words of the Constant
Seafood, my favorite.
I should plant it before the poor things dry out.
Needs shallots.
There's food hanging out down there.
That's it mussels, do some pull ups.
The mussels glop to it.
Total mushburger.
I wonder if I can make honey out of this.
Eh. I don't get the point.
Whew! That's a strong smell.
It'll grow back eventually.
Water really makes it happy.
Nah. Not the right dirt for it.
Yeesh. Smells like medicine.
Lights the night with 'mares.
The stuff of nightmares.
I don't care how weird it is, as long as it keeps darkness away.
I can breathe easy.
It's almost over...!
I'm not getting anything.
I think it's keeping consistent.
It's leaving...
Woah! Things are really heating up!
It's gaining strength!
That's one gnarly-lookin' whacker.
Wield the dark.
Not just any old dumb rock.
Heh. "Nubbin."
Ouch, you're hot!
I gotta work to make you work...
Beware of the boom!
This fire is tired.
Oh, sweet enemy of darkness.
So much bright!
It's barely doing its job.
This fire keeps on lickin' and tickin'.
It's taking a break.
This blade's as hot as it is cool.
Oh, I like you.
For playing with fire.
Booty-ya!
You seem chill.
Heads I take a nap, tails I go to bed.
Money can't buy happiness. Only naps can.
I can retire now!
Let's get this jam sesh rollin'!
Finally, jewelry that gets me.
The world looks fractured when I peer through it!
Ah, this staff was made for me!
Hope it's not still alive.