Words of the Constant
MaxwellI swear I don't normally need this.
MaxwellThe nightmare fuel will unlock its true potential.
MaxwellI must rely on focusing tools in this form.
MaxwellI should eat it.
MaxwellSalty!
MaxwellGreen fungus.
MaxwellWhen do those ones come up?
MaxwellBeen there. Done that.
MaxwellThere's a mole in the mix.
MaxwellDisgusting!
MaxwellCake with the texture of tar.
MaxwellNow this I like.
MaxwellSlightly chilly.
MaxwellA blade as sharp as my wit.
MaxwellAn undignified weapon for a less refined time.
MaxwellIt feels good to undo the work of others.
MaxwellI know the ropes.
MaxwellAt least the shells are fresh.
MaxwellHow barbaric.
MaxwellThe dapperest of them all.
MaxwellJust a bit of venom and some dirty old ash.
MaxwellPleasantly cool.
MaxwellIt's almost too cold to hold.
MaxwellA pocketful of stone and temperature.
MaxwellIt's almost too hot to hold.
MaxwellComfortably lukewarm.
MaxwellI never tire of watching destruction.
MaxwellA shame.
MaxwellSimple.
MaxwellNo one thought to trim this hedge?
MaxwellIt's no good carrying this around everywhere.
MaxwellWhy isn't this in the ground?
MaxwellAdds a touch of class to a garden.
MaxwellA dull sluggish beast.
MaxwellWell, it'd make a good hat rack.
MaxwellScientifically proving pigs can fly.
MaxwellThere's no place like it.
MaxwellSomehow, it says even less now.
MaxwellIt says... nothing.
MaxwellSticky and sweet.
MaxwellIt's full of bee maggots.
MaxwellTender.
MaxwellThese look childish, but they're delicious.
MaxwellCall forth the beasts!
MaxwellHot as heck!
MaxwellThey don't recognize me!
MaxwellHungry devils, aren't they?
MaxwellA biting flame!
MaxwellIt's a tunnel down to the hounds' nest.
MaxwellIt could be used for fashion.