Words of the Constant
Would you bee mine?
I just can't mosquito you.
This stuff gives me hives.
Exactly the right amount of bell.
"Follow the instructions", mum always said.
How unsettling!
Juice sacks.
Warm juice sacks.
It's run out of plant food.
Ripe for the pickin'.
See you soon, berries!
Heat too intense for ya?
Ripe for the pickin'.
Ripe for the pickin'.
Perhaps we'll hook something good.
AAAAAAAAAAH!
Aww.
Haha! He looks funny!
Sweet dreams, weird little guy.
Watch it! It's sharp.
Wooow! Pretty water lights!
So that's what's inside!
We weren't very good wardens.
It's the jail.
He looks hungry.
Jailbird.
Eww.
You have to sleep to survive in the jail.
We need to feed him.
Come to our web trap, birds!
A hard shelled egg.
Fried just like mum did.
You don't play by the chess rules grandpa taught me.
Owie!
Bishop of bad dreams.
We lift our pinkies when we eat it.
One step above blowing hot air.
I can't imagine this would hurt very much.
Same as blowing bubbles.
A sneaky weapon...
Airborne sleeping agent.
Fat and happy.
A boy inside a spider inside a whale.
I guess it's nice.
Glittering and cool.
"Follow the instructions", mum always said.
You'd have to be crazy...
Good thing we're feeling healthy.
Vroom vroom, mushroom.
Hiding, are we?