Words of the Constant
It's a... goggle thing.
That's one fancy axe.
Hack in style!
Hey, isn't gold really soft?
Why did I even make a pitchfork this fancy?
I can't wait to dig holes.
I can't eat it, but it sure is shiny.
Critics panned it.
Aw... it's hardly worth anything.
Fluffy!
Always hanging around.
It needs poop.
That's burning fast!
It's a tuft of grass.
It was cut down in the prime of its life.
It's not going to grow back while it's so hot.
A grass fire!
It's too tough to pick with my hands.
Looks like I got it all.
This will keep my hair moderately dry, at least.
I hope you're thirsty, grass.
Just when I thought I couldn't get any better.
It's green and gemmy.
This will come in handy.
It seems pretty normal.
It's different now...
It's a mushroom.
It's sleeping.
I wonder if it will come back?
Avogadro's favorite dish.
Another flavor of poop.
Chewy and confectionery.
It looks like pepper.
Chilling.
Now I can't be caught off-guard.
This seems unsanitary.
Stop! It's time! To hammer things!
Always hanging around.
I'm going to pretend I don't know what's in it.
I don't intend to harp on the issue.
It's not lab safe!
The stinging means that it's working.
That's a cold stone.
It's colder than ice.
I could manipulate its temperature.
Nice and toasty hot!
It's quite warm and cuddly... for a rock!
It's burning.
Glad that's over with.
It's been neatly kept.