Words of the Constant
Crisp, no?
Sliced!
Gigantesque!
Cute, no?
Even cuter than the seed!
Opa!
I shall make a whole city of delicatessen!
Almost not worth the honey!
So sassy!
A shame it died so young.
That beak would be excellent for spearing food.
In a food coma, perhaps.
A tricky cheval!
Cannon fire! Time to pirate.
Effroyable!
Ah, you have fattened up nicely!
You can't get attached to cute cuts of meat.
I can't take the heat! Get me out of this kitchen!
What treasures do you hold?
My poisons do nothing!
What the devil!
Infinite pocket space!
It is my night light.
Spicy!
The top has cooled like a barfy creme brulee!
A chef-cuisinier never burns his fingers.
A fine place for a barbeque.
It's been deep fried.
How charming!
I suppose it's important to use the whole animal.
I'm out of my element!
I'm out of my element!
Really scraping the barrel for produce here.
It looks hungry.
Looks like candy.
Goat milkshake!
I had a goat once.
For kabobs, perhaps?
Electricity!
I do feel a bit safer now.
I doubt it has much flavor.
Made from petit fishy skeletons.
A petit snail farm!
I have a soft spot for bivalves!
They have a salty aroma.
Smooth, salty, scrumptious.
Oh, there's a little one!
Pardon, but are you sleeping?
Magic building blocks!
Tres suspicious...