Words of the Constant
I'm not cleaning that up.
Looks kinda old.
Maybe I could move in.
Huh. Doesn't even work.
How'd that get here?
A nice tree-climbing tree.
Harsh.
What's inside?!
Reminds me of a wave I carved one time.
Roe, roe, roe my board... I'm going nuts out here.
At least they didn't have faces.
Check, mate!
Is that thing real?!
Now I don't gotta go far to get all my stuff.
Good for a lot of boring stuff.
Smells like a ship cabin.
Is that pig gonna eat me?
Awww, rowing? Ugh.
Ooh. Looks expensive.
Hey, wanna carry all my stuff?
Still a little goopy.
A big ol' pile of rocks.
Ew.
I've made these before.
Aww...sorry little guy.
Yeesh.
Aww. Something died for this rug.
No animals were harmed in the making of this rug.
This one's got fancy pig feet on it.
Meh. It could be softer.
Harsh.
Soft on my feets.
A rosy little rug.
Aww... sorry little guy.
A big rosy rug.
Kinda gives me the willies!
Rubbery.
Soft on my feets.
Meh. It could be softer.
How geometric.
Kinda sticky.
Does it work?
Fit for the queen boss!
Know a few scallywags I'd like to introduce this to.
A big ol' pile of old, old rocks.
Oh, that'll help getting the saddle off.
That looks comfortable.
It's like riding a wave only hairier.
A saddle fit for a queen.
A blow boater's best friend.