Words of the Constant
To snatch insects from the air.
A mighty weapon to vanquish the bugs.
That's a wrap.
I will eat you.
It buoys my spirits to see it above the waves.
May luck smile on me this day.
Tenacious seed!
Ablaze!
May you grow to be a mighty plant!
Already plundered.
It has battled the sun... and lost.
For the hunt.
It's burnt. No sense vine-ing about it.
It needed a haircut.
This bush has helm head.
Butter. Might it be good on steak?
It is sort of nice.
Caught!
Muffin, smuffin.
A pretty souvenir.
You and I, we meat feast together.
It does have admirable armor.
It will return.
Beauty from brawn.
Sword plant meat.
Toasted sword plant meat.
That's just a morsel of fish food.
The fire's nearly dead.
Warm fire, warm Wigfrid.
The fire roars!
The fire's slowly dying.
Warm fire, warm Wigfrid.
And the light flickers out.
My hands are now free to pillage ruins!
Turns "walk" to "trot".
Sound and fury!
It would be better with horns.
A boat fit for a long journey.
Where's the protein?
Sad cooked carrots.
A wee root vegetable.
Tiny nature bits.
Oh! Cute meat with fur.
She fought bravely. Alas, she is gone.
Cute meat lives there.
A furry cap! Blessings to you, cute meat.
Monkey food.
Warmed monkey food.
A flimsy monkey tree.
What treasures lie beneath?