Words of the Constant
I may have overdone it.
There's barely any heat.
It's burning just fine.
Out like a light.
This maintenance machine needs maintaining.
Out of commission. For now.
Much needed ship maintenance.
Oh good, I can hire some help.
There's something sparkling inside there.
I suppose these won't plant themselves.
I broiled the life out of 'em.
A fine and noble endeavor.
Oh dear.
My refined palate relishes the taste of endangerment.
A charming monstrosity.
The pile stirs when I mention treats.
An ordinary pile of sand.
A trophy from a most excellent kill.
I suppose they're worth hanging on to.
I respect this fashion choice.
It's not a question of "if" I will conquer it, but when.
Aren't there gardeners for this sort of thing?
A place to put my books.
I suppose this works.
A bit basic, but it'll do.
Interesting choice of decor.
Interesting choice of decor.
Interesting choice of decor.
Interesting choice of decor.
Looks breakable.
I suppose this works.
Ah. A place to put my books.
Ah. A place to put my books.
Philistine.
Boorish.
I have the perfect book for that bookshelf.
A little industrial for my tastes.
Ah. A place to put my books.
Interesting choice of decor.
I suppose this works.
Stable enough.
Ah. A place to put my books.
I hope you're prepared.
Farewell.
This is some real advanced technology.
So much for the whole "shade" thing.
Rustic, but excellent shade.
Despite its origin, it could make some fine garments.
Ha! I remember that one.
The master becomes the student.