Words of the Constant
Yonder lies another room!
A hat for cooling after a raucous battle.
Filling the vegetable does not make it meat.
Have you no honor, stinky ones?
No wonder it sank. It is not a longship.
The sea claims another!
He has something to say!
A Viking funeral has taken place...
Some kind of crude weapon?
A child's longship.
Soggy candle.
Sea sorcery.
Not my size.
You cannot escape my grasp for long!
Odin has lent me his eye!
Yuck! Turf!
It is a handsome vest, but it offers no protection.
It is filled with delicious air!
I have never heard of a potato that is sweet! ...Gross!
I won't eat it, but I appreciate the color.
There are inedible plantsweets in the ground!
These will grow sweetly.
Are you here to give me a Viking's funeral?
It shall light my conquests!
It shall light my conquests.
A light worthy of shining upon me!
I care not for its frilliness!
Its fancy hat doth not impress me!
I care not for its frilliness!
A light worthy of shining upon me.
I care not for its frilliness!
I care not for its frilliness!
It shall light my conquests!
It shall light my conquests!
Its fancy hat doth not impress me!
Now you are a fish after my heart!
Long will the saga of this taffy be told.
A fearsome bird! But I am not afraid.
It will grow into a formidable foe.
It was you or me, bird.
This egg would not survive a Norse winter.
Fight your way out, bird!
Borne of flame! Unless it cooks to death.
A time remains before this bird is to be born.
It will soon wake to this world.
A feathered warrior lurks inside.
A young bird of war will soon be born.
Surely a substance of pure evil.
A light to guide mine longship!
This shall repel Aegir's clammy touch.