Words of the Constant
Rather bland, but edible.
I'll not eat it like this.
Almost not worth preparing.
I'll save this for tea time, shall I?
Quite unstable!
A useful bit of rock.
How does one go about getting that...?
Quite delicate.
I should hope no one sees dressed as such.
Nothing like a salad to invigorate one's soul.
A rather luminous flower.
A rather luminous flower.
A rather luminous flower.
Rather hideous.
Ah! A bit of beauty is most welcome.
Eye say!
A bland bit of leafage.
A wonderful hat made of pig bottom.
Reminds me of vacationing in French countryside.
Ah. Reminds me of my dissecting days.
Rather skittery!
I'll not disturb it.
Thank goodness for the Earl's invention.
A delicacy when cooked.
Ah yes! Some cuisses de grenouille.
Rather too venomous at the moment.
I have doubts the poison has left it.
Good riddance.
A poisonous pollywog!
I wonder if it has poisoned itself.
A wide assortment of fruit.
A bit of lint!
I say! I'll certainly keep clear of that.
Quite adept at keeping out odours.
Improves one's ability to breathe.
For the clockwork contraptions.
Empty, I'm afraid.
Quite a clever device.
Bah! Ghastly!
Ah! A spectral seafarer!
Rather ill-tempered fellow, isn't he.
I say, old chap, what do you want?
The smell isn't nearly as unpleasant now.
The smell has a bit of an after taste to it.
A bit of messy business.
I rather miss that beast.
I say! It's undergoing a metamorphosis.
It's been extinguished. Haw haw!
A phosphorescent fool!
Perhaps I can catch it.