Words of the Constant
Ugh! It can only be filled with one thing.
You not only take, but you also give? Well, no thanks!
Looking for your momma? Apologies, but I hope you do not find her.
What have I become?
I cannot help wondering what might be down there.
Oh, I get it! Kind of like a spork!
I have seen the light. Mushrooms do indeed grow on trees.
Surely mushrooms do not grow on trees here?
Oh, divine tree of mushrooms... what else can you teach me?
Into my tummy you go! Good bi, valves.
The artistry in this dish lifts my spirits.
Imagine! Fresh mussels whenever I desire!
Could use shallots and lemongrass...
A delightful seafood dinner dwells there.
Stick with me, mussels. I'll take you places!
Mussels aren't strong enough to resist this stick!
That can't possibly be edible.
The ingredients for honey making.
Who shall I stick it to?
Ah. Smells like eucalyptus.
I do hope it grows back.
Ah, it's keeps moist with a marinade.
This soil is over-cooking it.
Food with medicinal properties.
And I thought fluorescent tubes were a bad invention!
Who in their right mind would want to fuel MORE nightmares?
Am I crazy or is this light not helping my situation?
It appears that all is well.
This nightmare is almost over!
Magicless.
Steady on.
Subsiding.
I feel some magic coming on!
Magic hour!
I feel electric!
This thing slices like a dream!
How curious.
No coral in sight. Perhaps later.
Hot rock!
You really build up a head of steam swinging this!
These are a blast!
That fire's almost out!
To warm my fingers and roast sausages.
Maximum heat!
It's getting low.
This fire's on fire!
I like when it's warm and toasty.
You could overheat swinging this thing too much.
Ready. Aim. Fire.
I believe it churns out volcanic doohickeys!