Words of the Constant
I'd better not be here when he wakes up.
Sticky!
I hope these don't hatch in my pocket.
It has a tangy, antiseptic smell.
I hope I got all of the spider goo out of it.
It's encrusted with old webbing.
It's encrusted with old webbing.
AHHHHHHHH! That spider is huge!
Note to self: Don't look up.
Gah! More spiders!
That's that.
That thing is rather large!
I don't want to wake it.
I do not want to see what lives in there.
Wooden.
I hate spiders!
Good riddance!
Looks even meaner than usual.
I should keep my distance.
I'm not terribly curious about the smell.
It's a furry ball of rotten food.
It's just drifting around.
I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
It's just drifting around.
I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
It's just drifting around.
I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
Water you think it's for?
That seems really dangerous.
Spinning doom.
Looks like a rock to me.
Looks like a rock to me.
Looks like a rock to me.
Looks like a rock to me.
Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks...
Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks...
Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks...
Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks...
I broke it. For science.
I'm not sure what that's supposed to be.
What happened to the head?
It really captures his personality.
Science says it's a hamburger.
Scratchy metal fibers.
Looks sharp!
That door rocks.
Hats always ruin my hair.
I'll be stuffed after eating this!
I think I'll keep my distance.
It's no use to me out there!