Words of the Constant
Keep me away from that.
All doors lead to doom.
You're a little agitated.
Can't say I'm sad to see him dead.
I could restore my youthful glow.
I don't trust it.
How very macabre.
Ha! I'm not falling for that.
Hallowe'en was always my favorite.
It's been eons since I had a good biscuit.
A little more refined, at least.
Why hello, Mr. Crane.
Such labor is beneath me.
It speaks with the shadow.
Purple brings great power.
Just look at the size of that thing.
I will quack open the sea itself.
Quacker before me!! Uh, I mean quiver...!
I've been here too long... it actually looks tasty.
Don't worry, rabbit. Everything is under control.
There's a world going on under there.
The entrance has collapsed in on itself.
Cleverness killed the carrot.
Oh, isn't that clever.
The grim reaper has been here.
What is he all worked up about?
A noisy sleeper.
A reddish radish.
It's at least halfway appetizing.
I see you, food!
Such labor is beneath me.
Much too precarious for my liking.
Such extraneous colors...
Done, like dinner.
That one's not getting back up.
Hm. It's very fond of bioluminescence.
Not the easiest on my teeth.
Out, out, rain!
It burns like any tree.
A blackened shell of its former self.
It's been chopped down.
Like no tree I've seen before.
Looks unwell.
Not the most dapper of hats, but quite necessary.
The rain did not come in time.
I could just look up and learn the same thing.
Roughage.
Oh good. A talking sack of stuffing.
If only the world had a single neck.
Natural wear and tear.