Words of the Constant
Rocks from an old city.
It's kinda scratchy.
This rug's really soft.
Aww...Poor little guy.
Spooky.
Aww... Poor little guy.
Cute!
It's got little pig hoofs on it.
Not really that soft, is it?
That looks like it hurts.
This rug's really soft.
Pretty.
Aww... Poor little guy.
Pretty.
Staring contest! One, two, three - GO!
Looks like it's waterproof.
This rug's really soft.
This rug's really soft.
This rug's okay.
We like this one.
I don't think it works.
And now we are king.
We will, we will, smash you!
It looks broken.
Leaves the beast nakey.
We ride!
It's a saddle made out of spidersnacks!
We'll have lots of fun riding on this.
This'll give us a push!
It's a stick!
We really regret licking it. Blech.
It's nice to feel it beneath our many feet.
Remember to lift with your legs... all eight of them!
Keeps the wet stuff out.
Remember to lift with your legs... all eight of them!
Remember to lift with your legs... all eight of them!
Wish we had a bucket and a shovel.
That was fun!
We wish we could live inside.
It's in our way.
Something about this rock feels off.
So bright!
These sure grow slowly.
We'll make good use of your twigs!
I think the heat broke it.
They're probably fine.
I hope it had a good life!
Hello, fellow arachnid.
Sleep well, brother!
We could eat it forever!