Words of the Constant
I should keep my eyes peeled.
It's the starting mechanism.
I need to insert the divining rod.
Progress!
The portals lead to the next rod.
I could build a decent castle with this.
This looks silly.
This sad creature has no hope of survival.
Now there will be more of them.
Hmm, propagate a dying species or enjoy a light snack?
A light snack is always the best option.
Whoops.
It would look dashing tucked in a Sunday hat.
What are their chances, you think?
A fiery fly.
Those scales sure are nifty.
Exotic and delicious.
A little more refined, at least.
Such labor is beneath me.
Simply exquisite.
Fiery.
Don't you know who I am?
I see no reason to disturb them.
It radiates an oppressive heat.
Hearts only bring pain anyway.
Quite uncouth.
It tastes strangely like berries.
Still tastes like berries.
The clinking sound when they rub together is intensely satisfying.
I suppose I should find a place for this.
Do I look like a gardener?
I should find a proper place for this.
This is worth replanting.
I'd better not run with it.
Do I look like a gardener?
Do I look like a gardener?
Do I look like a gardener?
I can't believe I'm reduced to this.
I refuse to touch that.
It has come to a feculent end.
What a filthy creature.
The time is right to strike.
Sans dungball, I see.
Blech.
That was simply undignified.
It's an acquired taste.
A little more refined, at least.
Such labor is beneath me.
They're warm, at least.
I would look quite dashing in it, were my ear pierced.