Words of the Constant
Harsh.
Grub!
Bummer.
I love that place.
Dude! That had all the good stuff.
I could always pick up a thing or two.
Harsh.
I could use a good hat for the beach.
Aww... That place was real chill.
They got stuff for my bumps and bruises.
Where am I gonna get my grub now?
Always ready to veg out.
Oops. Gettin' kinda toasty.
I wonder if there's a blueprint for a bed in there.
Heinous.
Whoa. Some heavy gear in there.
Well that's not very nice.
No! Little buddy!
It's a little buddy!
I wish I could join you, buddy.
Oh, I get it.
That bat's not gonna attack, is he?
It's a tree baby.
Grow on, little bud.
Aw. He could've had an eternal nap, but he came back.
High fashion for the high seas.
Booty in the back.
Fire always wins.
It holds many sea-crets.
Looks like some kind of trident.
A hard hat!
It's got all two food groups.
Hey, you're not a REAL steak!
Farming is so hard!
It's still just a child.
Can I get to the eating part now?
Something made it all... gross.
Little harsh.
That sucks.
I wish I could afford a home.
A place to sleep at night! And during the day.
Kinda heavy lugging this around.
All I need is a roof and a place to sleep and I'm happy.
You mean I gotta build it myself?
Hey if I can sleep in it, I'm good.
Well, at least I'll have a cool place when I'm done.
You mean I gotta build this myself?
Yeesh. Is it worth all the hard work?
I wish this was already built.
Can we pretend I already built this already?