Words of the Constant
The insides of those naughty machines.
Gem it!
Voila!
Could I offer you a ghost pepper?
I could make it more palatable if I could mash it into a paste.
I think I like it.
What a waste.
Tres beau!
Looks like bubblegum, tastes like floor.
A tiny delicacy.
Such a shame. And not even edible.
Light the way, mon amie.
May your dreams be full of light.
It's wrapped itself like a cabbage roll.
The bugs are really bad around here.
I'd rather have a mound of chocolate.
Can I make this into cheese?
Perfect for running around blindly on a battlefield.
If they worked, they'd be great for checking meat temperature.
Can't see the point in these.
Are those potatoes?
A golden chopper!
Fancy slicer.
That looks nice.
A golden fork for a giant, oui?
Shiny.
Yolk yellow, glowing gold!
I have better pans.
Perhaps that nosy fellow would like to eat this.
A plucked goose was here.
How eerie.
Could I get some fertilizer over here?
I never burn anything in the kitchen.
A common ingredient for success around here.
Plucked clean!
Too hot for you.
Smells like a cookout!
Too long to cut with my hands.
It will have to grow back.
A bit of shade is better than none.
Herbe at sea.
For more savvy construction!
Ahh, a rare attraction!
I probably shouldn't stir soup with this.
Don't crowd the mushrooms.
Could use a slathering of butter and chives...
Little champignon!
Did it eat itself...?
I eagerly await its rebirth!
More like Greatamole!