Words of the Constant
Rather unique sail. One wonders whom it belongs to.
A gibbeting cage, if I'm not mistaken.
I've found the key! To... something!
I shall have to discover the lock.
I say! This has got to unlock something!
I do hope it leads somewhere interesting.
Rather odd...
I believe it's just a plant.
That was unexpected!
I wonder what treasures lay within.
Bah! It's fetid.
I say, it looks a little under the weather.
I say, this is a curious piece of fruit.
Rather coarse.
What an extraordinary plant!
A shame.
I feel invigorated!
Looks like a bit of amber.
Illuminating!
I shall contact the glue factory.
A striped stooge!
Unaware and unarmed. Haw haw!
I say! That's a bit of business.
I say, there's something hidden here...
Looks like a typical London fog.
Not long for this world, I'm afraid.
One can't see in this!
I say! It appears to be hatching!
Mon dieu, that's far away.
It, oh, it appears to be on fire.
I guess it never occurred to me I'd need to change.
I'm not quite ready yet.
I'll need to get a little closer to cook with that.
What should I draw?
Goodness, it seems busy.
Oh dear...
It's sleeping.
Oh. It must belong to someone else.
Mon dieu. It's busy just now.
It will not work.
I cannot right now.
It's too angry to do that.
It would be unwise to attempt this while the animal is awake.
Not a shaveable beast.
Nothing to shave.
I can't afford that.
Oh. Can't buy that.
It is too full.
This is not the place for it.
That might be a bit beyond me.