Words of the Constant
He'll not miss it.
Rather diminutive version of a blunderbus I used to own.
Requires something other than an axe to chop that.
Ripe enough to eat.
I prefer something a little more sophisticated.
Doesn't look ripe at all.
Still rather inedible.
One never knows what one may find searching such diaspore.
The strange artifact of a stranger civilization.
One's mind spins at its applications.
Some ashen ground, I believe.
A bit of ground, I believe.
Rather gritty.
I say, what's this made of?
Quite refined.
Rather dank.
With enough of these I could play a round of chess.
A bit of cobbled road, I believe.
A bit of evergreen, I believe.
A bit of rainforest floor.
Portable jungle floor.
A bit of dirt, I believe.
Uncultivated.
I say! It appears this is incombustible!
A bit of turf, I believe.
Luxuriant, but overrun.
A solid bit of turf.
A touch of mildew in this.
A bit of fungus, I believe.
A bit of fungus, I believe.
A bit of lavender.
Rustic.
A touch of jungle floor.
A bit of grassy turf.
Rather volatile turf.
Bah! It's unsophisticated.
Ground from the meadows, I believe.
A bit of mossy dirt.
Quite unsophisticated.
A bit of colourful sand.
Priceless floor artifact.
Rather nice bit of sod.
A bit of rainforest floor.
I applaud the attempt at sophistication.
Rather rough around the edges.
A bit of sand, I believe.
A touch dry.
Rather unsophisticated.
I do enjoy a fine snakeskin rug!
A bit of swamp, I believe.