Words of the Constant
A feeble attempt to trick the weak minded.
The heat has made this a suitable meal.
That is a generic plant.
It's growing.
It's ready.
It wasn't hardy enough for the heat.
Little too industrial.
Someone will pay for that.
Hmmm... Should I invest in real estate in this place?
An estate of my own.
Materials for a functional home.
Should suit my needs.
Materials for a quaint house.
Supplies for making a quaint abode.
Materials for a house with some charm.
I suppose this has a bit of charm to it.
Materials for a home worthy of a fine gentleman.
Ah... materials for a home worthy of me.
Materials for a snug little home.
Bits for a rather snug house.
Materials for a small home.
Rather small. But I'll build it anyway.
Materials for an acceptable home.
Materials for an acceptable domicile.
Don't make me do something I'll regret.
Shoo. I do not like you.
What do you want?
Oh look. It is asleep.
It's almost as bad as the poison.
It won't obey me.
I can see it just fine from here... No need to get closer.
Usually I'd get someone to seed this for me.
A little more refined, at least.
Such labor is beneath me.
I can see my face reflected off the top.
It's some algae.
It's the way of all mortal life.
Off to another adventure?
An exit but not a way out.
He's new.
That's done.
Good for nothing now.
Somebody really should clean around here.
Useless and heavy.
There's a 'W' monogrammed on it. It must be mine.
There's a 'W' monogrammed on it. It must be mine.
Useless!
How quaint.
What foul manifestation of evil is this?
This pitiful creature possesses only a modicum of intelligence.