Words of the Constant
Magnifique.
This water is not food safe.
Does Lady Luck smile upon me today?
I suppose it could double as a dining table.
One could eat off it, I suppose.
Reminds me of my culinary school days.
Not very fancy.
Flavorless.
I could eat on that!
Not the best butchering tool.
Ah. Le Chat Noir.
Rather dramatic.
Well said.
Mon dieu, I look a sight!
Hmm...
I suppose meat must be gotten somehow.
A smorgasbord of rocks.
Fine decoration for a dinner party.
I prefer the dinner table.
He looks well fed.
Fine decoration for a dinner party.
Appropriate for the smokehouse.
Robust.
I'll only need the kitchen.
I once had a saucier who looked like that.
Giant eyeball... soup?
Ah. It's like a fallen cake.
I wish is was a picnic basket.
A permit to break a few eggs.
Perhaps one day it will return.
It's all used up... for now.
Well past its expiry date.
Will you recover soon, little tuft?
Efficient, oui?
No, I am a traditionalist.
It's making a bit of a mess, isn't it?
Disarmingly simple to use.
It is the icing on the face.
Hmm, keep looking.
A finely tuned radar stick.
I can almost smell it!
I've caught onto something!
Warmer, warmer...!
Is it a chopping block?
How do I turn it on?
Preparation complete!
That looks important.
I'd imagine that hurt.
Ridiculous! I want one.
I see potential in this poultry.