Words of the Constant
Caged plants.
I like these.
How festive.
Someone should put it out of its misery.
It's a little bush.
It's a plant.
It's a plant.
A pillar of strength.
Functional, but a little dull.
Finally a chance to get something I wish for.
Shall I take a chance?
A practical table.
I like this.
Boorish.
Crude.
Philistine.
A table.
Lovely...
Ah, the memories...
How dramatic.
Such sentiment...
I can hardly see myself.
Fanciful arrangement of clockwork.
Interesting decor.
How bourgeois.
Lovely...
Handy chart for my alchemical experiments.
Horrid boy...
Shocking what passes for art around here.
A pillar of strength.
A pillar of strength.
Finally a roof over my head.
Even I'm afraid of that guy.
Deerclops are so myopic.
That's done.
Good for nothing now.
I normally don't need a license for destruction.
It's gone.
No more.
That's not doing anyone any good.
That was all there was.
How odd.
I fear I cannot grasp it.
That looks out of place.
This will deal with those pesky traps.
Doesn't fool me.
Mostly just background noise.
I can use this to find my missing parts.
It must be right under my nose!
This is the right direction.