Words of the Constant
A structure from antiquity.
It is broken.
Mon dieu! He is frightening.
Must be hungry after that long sleep.
Not a fan of the dark motif but it may prove useful.
Perhaps it would be best if I left it unfinished.
I'm staying away from that guy.
I hope he stays asleep.
Could I serve it up with roast potatoes?
Not sure those ribs are good for BBQing.
It gives off strange vibrations.
These tracks point to fresh game.
A honey maker!
Full of those ant guys.
I could take a peek inside.
Could come in very handy.
Like a dinner bell for a bird!
Au revoir giant bird, no dinner for you!
He's met an untimely end.
Let's break bread!
Good night, mon amie.
I want no trouble, mon amie!
Mant omelet, perhaps?
The pith has been removed.
I have no grief with you, madam.
There are many cherries hidden in that fruit salad.
There's no meat inside.
Can I harvest any honey from that?
Like the knobs on a stove, it must be turned just right.
If the enemies are pricked half as much as I was making it, it's worth it.
Heavy and hot.
How much protection can grass really provide?
With this I will be a stone man.
Weighs a ton.
Heavy and hot.
Ancient armor.
Seashell mail.
Ah. My appetite wanes under its protection.
It allows me to turtle.
Marinated in darkness.
Sturdy, but quite flammable.
I'll have to be very careful putting it on.
Better safe than sorry.
Like an armor made of tin cans.
Am I crazy to wear this?
Function, fashion, and four less living snakes.
It still smells of bug.
While it is rude to break wind in public, I will make an exception.
I am comforted by its seaworthiness.
I miss ash covered cheeses. I miss cheeses, period.