Words of the Constant
It's boiling up!
You enjoy food as much as me.
I think I could actually handle this one.
The sirloin slumbers...
Fits perfectly.
The beast's loss is my gain.
Essential honey harvesting attire.
I can hear the activity within.
Weaponized bees.
I pity whoever trips this.
A first-rate preservative.
Should I ring it?
Fascinating.
Shouldn't I boat away from these?
Fresh fruit!
Could use a pinch of sugar...
They require care and fertilizer.
Berries!
More will return.
The heat has stifled these berries.
A prime ingredient-catcher.
Please do not squish me!
The other white meat.
He could skewer me!
I'll just sneak by...
It's sharp!
Magnifique...
What madness is this?
Maybe it will wake up.
Suitable lodgings for a feathered beast.
Let me cook something nice up for you.
I now have an egg farm!
It is not waking up. Oh dear.
Sleep now, lay later.
Oh, what do birds eat? A nice brisket?
Oh, roast bird! Hm, don't get ahead of yourself, Warly...
Nature's perfect food.
Could use a few different herbs...
You don't strike me as particularly spiritual.
You are grinding my gears, dear fellow.
Utterly divine!
Breathing fire!
How considerate of that dead thing!
They won't know what hit them.
A coward's weapon. Suits me fine!
A sleep aid!
This lard would feed a hungry fire!
Desperate times call for desperate attire.
Brrrrrr!
Such a cool blue.