Words of the Constant
What a disgusting home.
It would be unwise to ingest this.
How revolting.
My teeth are getting too old for this.
It's less than appetizing.
It's definitely from the North, whatever it is.
Ride the lightning, you big egg.
Bloody bloodsucking bloodsuckers.
I got him.
A bloody sack. With blood in it.
I'll be taking that blood back, thank you.
I would like to avoid being bitten by this one.
That's a fluffy... thing.
Already got that one.
What lies beneath?
I don't know why I didn't think of this.
Where's Waldo?
Ugh, it smells bad.
It smells of rot and failure.
They're a delicacy... somewhere.
I truly look forward to a full meal.
They'll grow where I tell them to.
Looks to be less of a health hazard now.
It appears to be a convenient gathering of food.
They're oblivious to their approaching death.
The mussels won't be able to resist.
Rather disgusting.
Needs a suitable container to be turned into honey.
Exceedingly sharp.
Useful.
Well that does me no use.
Must be all that water.
It hates this dirt almost as much as I do.
Medicinal.
It burns with a beautiful glow.
Ahhh. Refreshing.
The overuse of fuel was their downfall.
The heart of the city is still.
It calms once more.
The pulse has no influence here.
The pulse is holding steady.
The pulse is waning.
It beats once again.
The pulse is quickening.
Good morning.
Snicker-snack!
One third of the way there...
It's not bald! It's distinguished!
What a delightful color.
It seems to work best when alight.