Words of the Constant
This one packs a wallop.
I'm sure I had my reasons when I placed this.
I see no downside to using this.
Just think of the meals I'll make.
Into the depths...
It's working its way down.
It won't store anything now.
A place to store loot.
Hmmm. Looks suspicious.
I can't get through there.
Cease this nonsense.
This tree is unusually large.
A fork fit for ocean royalty.
These must have been heated to an incredible temperature.
These are gross, and that's the tooth.
I'm not listening.
I'm not touching that without several pairs of gloves.
A welcome change from seawater.
This seems like bad voodoo.
It only has four strings.
Letters and numbers... some sort of secret code?
It was probably hideous before soaking in bilgewater.
A little superglue and it would make a lovely centerpiece.
Neither red nor blue.
This was important to someone once.
Exactly what it looks like. Err... What does it look like?
Might be nice in a hot bath...
Looks like something one would find at a backwater flea market.
It's not communicating with anyone now.
A tangled mess. Like life.
Don't look at me like that.
A toy for a child's mind.
Just useless old wires.
Not something a grown man should be caught playing with.
I'd prefer a pocketwatch on a chain.
My suits don't deserve to be defaced with these tacky atrocities.
Why would I want this horrible looking thing?
A keepsake for the Boar-geoisie.
Really. Is that necessary?
Hm... Needs more fish.
Is it windy out or is it just my fan?
It belongs on a skewer.
It's more of a fall vest.
It's so hard to look fashionable in the winter.
At least the mucus burned off.
Full of summer mucus.
The trunk thickens in the winter to hold more mucus.
Normally I prefer instruments a little more destructive.
An axe isn't going to cut it.
At least it's edible.