Words of the Constant
It's twisted and thorny, just like me!
That was painful.
What a generic little plant.
Not of much use to me.
There it goes.
It's no use to anyone now.
Tree 0, Maxwell 1.
A tree with a foul demeanor.
Looking good!
Hey, handsome.
Aw, it remembers me.
It keeps the master in the chair.
That accursed thing!
It's less painful than it looks. Barely.
Eradicated.
Do not tangle with me!
I must endeavor not to wake it.
I'm used to much finer fare.
My compliments to the chef!
Meaty and medicinal.
It's too brittle to hang meat on now.
Like the desert.
Still moist.
Moist and staying that way.
It can dry meats so that they last longer.
My teeth are getting too old for this.
They were already here when I arrived.
I have no quarrel with him.
Roasted merm head. Delicious.
The eyes follow you around.
It burns just as well as the pigs' version.
They copied the pigs, but they're even less intelligent.
I suppose everyone needs to live somewhere...
What is this primitive communication?
Given enough time I could build a ship inside.
How very conquistadorian.
Eventually the firefly will starve.
I could draw better than that!
We should draw something on there.
It's not much use like this. We should place it.
My my, the fuel has changed you.
It's almost like he's still alive.
I'm sorry I had to do that, old friend.
I'll take that as a "yes".
End of the line.
Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Do you dig it?
No wonder they can dig for hours.
Burrow deep, I'm coming for you.
I don't have time for you!
What am I supposed to do with this?