Words of the Constant
I bet there's a better place for this.
Swell. A bucket of poop.
I prefer things that "pew" over things that "pow".
Let's be friends! I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm terrified of the dark.
Now, where am I going to put you guys.
Should I be terrified? Just for future reference.
It has a certain glow about it.
I know a thing or two about hot air.
That's a lot of hot air!
Needs something... It needs to not go out!
Put a balloon over that and I'm airborne again!
Throw some fuel in there and it's start right up again.
Hmm... I don't remember brimstone in the weather forecast today.
Death from above.
All right, I'll play with fire.
I need to refuel.
Well, it's not going to work when it's off.
Nothing keeps fire away like chucking pieces of ice at it.
Ah, dead fish. The most unappetising of all smells.
It's a fish. Pretty common around here.
Swell. The fins are still attached.
It's a fish. Apparently they live in the water.
It looks... edible?
It's a fish. I'll bet you a nickel I can find another one.
At least the tail is off.
Amazing what you can make with a stick and some spider webs.
Nice relaxing fishing in a place surrounded by danger.
Mmmm... You can hardly taste the stick.
Those dead fish heads look... appetizing?
Bones included at no extra cost!
Fish dinners for days.
Swell. A fish farm without any fish.
Could use some more swimming things. Preferably fish.
Populating nicely.
Nothing more exciting than waiting for fish to hatch.
There's something swimming around in there. Let's hope it's fish.
I'm afraid your swimming days are over.
Fish steak. I'll keep the bones for dessert.
Swell. A fish bottom for my very own.
Just a tiny bit fishy.
Swell. The bone is still in.
A big crack in the ground. That's not suspicious at all.
Looks useful. I should go hunting for more of these.
One gal's junk is another gal's sea treasure.
Sure I can stop and pick flowers. Not like I have anything better to do.
A proper hat for adventuring in peaceful meadows.
Am I supposed to eat this with a pitch fork?
It's growing projectiles!
You know what they say: Two bulbs are better than one.
That's a lot of things I can fire through the air.