Words of the Constant
What an invigorating little seed.
It's mostly water. Fibrous, sweet water.
This is one way to keep cool. And sticky.
The case is cold on the melon.
Grillermelon.
I could probably plant these.
Not all find a final resting place.
Well... it's no crown.
My interest in this wax paper wanes....
I'm so sorry Charlie.
Don't think you'll be able to escape that easily.
Interminable pests.
Ugh.
How uncultured.
Surrender to me.
You've given yourself away, pal.
Size truly doesn't matter!
I triumphed over it!
I'm in hot pursuit!
We meet again.
Nothing can hide from me now.
The inside is filthy.
Well I suppose there's no sending you back now.
I'll easily dispose of that swinish brute.
Lovely ambiance.
Is this what passes for architecture around here?
All that sunshine and nothing to keep it out.
A way to see the outside world.
A way to see the outside world.
I could do better than this.
Needs better drapery.
A basic window.
A window.
The curtains are a nice touch.
A way to see the outside world.
A way to see the outside world.
Beautiful on the outside, destructive on the inside.
How disappointingly rustic.
Who cares?
Not the most useful invention, is it?
Seems dependable.
Swashbuckling...
A fine sail.
We are all trapped, in one way or another.
Brittle.
A key of fine gold.
Just common iron.
It's a door. You go through it.
Something stirs.
You aren't fooling me, plant.