Words of the Constant
Excitable little creatures, aren't they?
Am I really this desperate for food?
What a strange little creature.
It will do, I suppose.
I like it better dead.
It's quite shocking.
I actually don't mind this?
Hm... I don't think this meshes well with my cultivated look.
It is not long for this world.
In another lifetime, perhaps.
I have used it for my own purposes.
I believe it wants me to chop it down.
I could replant this, theoretically.
Good. I was right.
Cooked to perfection.
Building a city is a step down for me.
What is that bee so angry about?
I've caught a tiger by the tail.
Met its demise.
A rather generous mandible.
Dormancy becomes it.
Such quality workmanship!
Obey me, fool!
It looks beyond repair.
A distant cousin of the beefalo.
It has its winter coat on.
You will bow to me.
Now for my reward.
How dare you touch me?
You won't catch me!
It's really light.
I hope this keeps Them away.
Exceptionally toasty.
It's cold and dry now.
Spitfire.
Someone's a critic.
A waste of fine culture.
Ah, a touch of civility. What a welcome change.
Soft. Malleable.
Disgusting creature!
Disgusting creature!
This fungus survived the downfall.
I do still prefer roses.
It will run out eventually.
It does the job, I suppose.
Chaaarge!
What's it always chewing on?
It'd make a nice horn.
Energy flows through it.
A little bit of protection.