Words of the Constant
This may help me get the lay of the land.
A very balanced meal, I suppose.
It's no three-piece, but it's dapper enough.
Why, this looks halfway palatable!
Ready for cooking.
Storebought just doesn't taste the same.
I've eaten worse things. Much worse.
Perhaps something will grow if I shove these in the ground.
I've had enough of your kind, fiend.
A ceiling light.
Well, that's boring.
Utilitarian.
A ceiling light.
A place to hang your hat.
A ceiling light.
A ceiling light.
A ceiling light.
A light.
Well, that's boring.
Well, that's boring.
That's where I left my hat.
Ah, a sparring partner!
It's almost entirely sugar.
These were a failed experiment.
Tallbirds are territorial because of these things.
It tastes like broken dreams.
It's getting tepid.
We've got a live one here.
Hot enough for ya?
It's going to be a while.
Any moment now...
Well. That's tempting.
It's made of dirty beefalo hair.
Congealed evil.
A little light in the dark.
I hope this won't tar-nish my dapper image.
The contraption needs replenishing.
It's no use to me if it's off.
It's doing its job.
Something foul festers beneath.
Slow going.
A spot of tea.
It's a tree. What did I expect.
I'll need this for hayfever season.
I'll eat it but I won't like it.
Oh, just grow already.
It's less cute now that it's grown up.
They sure do eat a lot.
A hungry beast is a dangerous beast.
The fuel needs more focal points.