Words of the Constant
Swell. A giant bug on a giant ball of poop.
Just screaming to be stepped on.
At least it smells a little better now.
Normally I'm all for getting my hands dirty but...
What happens in the jungle, stays in the jungle.
What an adventurous smell I've discovered!
I'm going to launch this as far away from me as possible.
Really the only good use for this is as Pew-matic fodder.
The rabbits whisper their secrets to me.
The rabbits whisper their secrets to me.
Swell. About as useful as one sock.
The slime makes it go down easy.
A nice appetizing shade of green.
The best of the purple vegetables, if you ask me.
I prefer my eggplants scrambled.
I call these little Pew Pews.
A big bunch of spikes on a big bunch of cactus.
Relax! I'm just trying to cut you down.
If I dig it up, I could plant it anywhere I wanted to be fired at.
Strong enough to take on an adventure.
Should I be worried about that?
Nothing but ashes now.
I don't remember if that was my handiwork, but I'm taking credit for it.
Well, it looks lifeless enough, but you never can tell.
That looks... alarming.
I may be wrong, but I don't think it'll recover from that.
Nothing personal, tree. I needed the wood.
Needs is a little love. And pinecones.
Guess it likes to look at the sky.
Not normally what I expect to see, but okay.
Just what I always wanted, my own personal shooting eye!
What are you looking at?
The same stuff my balloon is made out of.
Swell. Time to find another hobby.
Normally I don't stick around long enough to grow a garden.
Not quite ripe.
I'll have to throw some more manure on it.
Hey, whatever works.
All these feathers and no wings.
So good it even makes my handwriting legible!
I can pretend I'm flying through the water.
I'll keep it to remind me of how I'm not flying.
Maybe if I cover myself in feathers I can fly away from here.
A feather that doesn't let me fly? That hardly seems fair.
For a feather, it feels pretty heavy.
Those beans finally stopped jumping.
Don't take this personal, but you're a little creepy.
Don't fence me in.
Creaky.
I'd rather not carry this around any more than I have to.