Words of the Constant
Perhaps not the sturdiest, but it will conceal my vulnerabilities.
Wet, soggy, and oddly filling.
That is not dapper at all.
It's like it was tailored just for me.
Ugh. I'm not typically one for vulgar fisticuffs.
Who's frail now?
Sadly my cultured countenance must take a backseat to sensibility.
Not very pliant but it does the job.
Time to wrap myself in nightmares.
Quite dapper!
This is not a good look.
Sigh.
This boat knows how to take a hit like a champion.
A fine powder that smells of destruction.
Don't worry. There will be more Chesters.
There's always another Glommer.
My trip through the portal made it unrecognizable.
We must always eat our vegetables.
I suppose you can make soup from anything.
Smells terrible.
Food. Just growing out of the ground.
Such labor is beneath me.
Sometimes the direct approach is best.
They're even ugly as children.
You'll get no special treatment from me, beast.
I wish there were porters around here.
Now that is a proper breakfast.
Those look much too jovial for my liking.
For more subtler smashing jobs.
They're much craftier than they appear at first glance.
Ah. I need a castle like that.
I have several ideas in mind for this.
It will not be returning.
It needs time to replenish.
It can grow through just about anything.
Hm... I don't know what I was expecting.
Sticky and gooey and good for putting on booboos.
A nice hat to hide under.
Now I can steal from that little criminal.
Hello...
I made a rock so heavy that even I cannot lift it.
Ah. Civilization.
Ugh. Ugly beasts.
Violence has never felt better.
How delightfully horrific.
I'm not eating that.
I'm still not eating that.
Who knew bat and pig skins were so similar?
Hirsute.
Take anything you want.