Words of the Constant
A spider that turtles!
Gone to the big banana grove in the sky.
I've no interest in monkey business.
It's no harm to anyone right now.
I'll bet there's no kitchen in there.
Those strange monkeys must hang out here.
So many spiders!
It knew the risks.
Does this mean you are even more warlike than the others?
It is having a flashback to the spider war...
Such a shame...
It is a sin to waste food...
It garnishes the plants with water.
Too much power to hold in one hand.
Does nature like being tamed?
I always get you upside down with stalactites...
Rocks to be had.
Rocks to be had.
Rocks to be had.
Rocks to be had.
Rocks to be had.
Rocks to be had.
Rocks to be had.
Oops.
Must have been a pretty important, uh, thingy...
Headless harpsmen.
He is literally made of stone.
Tastes like fast food.
I used to use this to scrub dishes.
It would really sting to not have a use for this.
Like entering a traditional stone oven.
Now I am on island time.
Slightly smoky flesh, savory filling. Ah!
Ew, smells like its insides have gone bad.
The sea claims all and does not bargain.
Where did he go?
Hey fella, need a wing?
Yikes! That boat had baaaad luck.
Excuse me?
It cannot help me.
Not much of a candle then, is it?
Sea-what?
Not my size.
It's like the wonton in a soup.
I knew sharks had an exceptional sense of smell, but their vision!
Mwah! Perfection.
I feel so much better all of the sudden.
Food that feeds the soul and nourishes the body.
Starch never tasted so sweet.
Could use touch of curry and creme freche...