Words of the Constant
Interesting...
Some things are best left alone.
Dirt piles. Sure sign of something suspicious.
Adventuring kit.
A disguise sneaky enough to fool those city pigs.
Mayday! Mayday! I'm losing the signal!
Testing... one, two, three.
Better find what's making this thing sing before it oscillates my ears off.
I prefer music with a faster tempo.
The tempo is a little better but I bet it could get faster still.
Looks... magic-y.
Looks like something belongs in there.
Well, that worked.
The weirder things look, the more useful they usually are.
The ballphins would want me to have this.
I'll be twice as sure to forget it at home now.
I waited my whole life to see a bird like that. It wasn't worth the wait.
You'll grow up big and flightless.
The polka dots mean it's ripe.
Just once I'd love to make a decent plate of scrambled eggs.
Stay inside, little bird. The flightless life isn't all that great.
No wonder those birds can't fly, their feathers are so big!
Just as flightless as the birds who make it.
All that hot air must be keeping her afloat.
Who doesn't need a fireproof chest?
Bet this would look even better flying out of the Pew-matic.
I cooked all the interesting bits out of it.
Seedy looking things.
Things are always better in pie.
What am I supposed to do with some old skin?
Don't mind me, just trying to avoid you.
Obviously the home of an athletic dynamo.
Not exactly excited to see what comes out of there.
A heart that burns with desire. Or destruction.
Ugh! Who's leaving pools of lava spit everywhere?
The original meat on a stick.
Still a bit furry.
Strange currency. A sure sign you're on an adventure.
This needs some dirt.
I should probably plant this somewhere. My pockets are getting full.
Great, now my pockets are covered in dirt.
Well, it's not going to grow in my pocket.
Pretty picky about where it wants to live.
I should plant it so I can enjoy being fired at anywhere I want.
I should probably plant this somewhere. My pockets are getting full.
I should probably plant this somewhere. My pockets are getting full.
I'm no gardener but I think this does better when it's in the ground.
I should probably plant this somewhere. My pockets are getting full.
Huh. It's almost like nobody wants a ball of poop.
Someone should write a eulogy. Not me, but someone.