Words of the Constant
A few sticks or logs will brighten this up.
It must have scientifical properties.
The museum is on fire!
I can smell the history.
It's on fire.
A lot of strange things in there.
The knowledge is burning!
This could put a twinkle in my eye.
It's burning.
Ah. A useful place for a change.
It wasn't me.
The local lawmaker.
Who would do that?!
I'm a Gentleman Politician now.
It's on fire!
A place to eat.
The flowers are burning!
A garden variety shop.
That shop is on fire!
A common store full of common goods.
The hats are on fire!
A place to hang your hat.
That spa is on fire!
I could use a fix-me-up.
The food is on fire!
There's fresh produce in there.
Appears to be... burning.
For science-ing!
The weapons are on fire!
Instruments of destruction.
Ouch.
I feel kinda bad.
He's a bit of a nut job.
Probably dreaming of trees.
For some reason I'm craving tea.
I hope that bat is dead.
I can hear a tiny tree inside it, trying to get out.
It'll be a tree soon!
He met a terrible end. I will too if I don't get out of here.
Fit for a cutthroat scallywag. Or me.
I can keep my booty in here.
Fire doesn't really solve naming issues...
It's twisting my tongue.
Maxwell might be looking for this.
Pithy.
That doesn't look very appealing.
At least it's warm now.
Leafy!
Guh! It's growing so slowly!
Mmmm. Ready to harvest.