Words of the Constant
Can't go in there.
Nothing more adventurous than exchanging money.
That'll cost some tax dollars to fix.
The big pig building in this small pond.
My schedule just got wide open.
Mayor by day, adventurer by night.
Now where am I going to eat?
Is there a dress code for this fine eating establishment?
Stick a balloon on that and it'll float away.
I prefer my seeds launched out the Pew-matic.
Maybe they'll have a fire sale.
What kind of a general store doesn't sell hot air balloons?
A bad day for hats.
A good hat is always handy for bad hair days.
Swell. I hope they have insurance.
Sells incidental things like life-saving medicines.
Normally cook-outs are thrown outside buildings.
Food!
I hope they kept the building blueprints so they can rebuild.
I suppose balloon blueprints would be too much too ask.
It wasn't me.
Nothing as good as the Pew-matic in there.
I'm going to try and avoid that same fate.
Sad. It only wanted to steal things.
Has more storage space in its cheeks than I do in my pockets.
At least it doesn't steal in its sleep.
Has a strangely caffeinated smell.
A really fancy door to another room of my stuff.
It's almost a crime not to launch this through the air.
Grow up big and strong. So I can cut you down.
Swell. Just swell.
This adventure just got pirated.
Storage space that pays for itself!
It probably deserved it.
It pillages the magical knowledge.
For eating big meals.
A proper adventuring hat.
Green. Grown on a plant. Everything you want in a piece of meat.
I'll try to eat around the green parts.
I believe the name for that is "plant".
It's growing! I guess I'm not a totally incompetent gardener.
Harvest time!
If you can't take the heat, get out of the garden.
Well, I guess it's not going to fall down, anyway.
I guess I'm sleeping rough tonight.
It's a fixer upper but it's close to all the shops.
I'm excited about the extra storage space!
My home.
You know this is all for show.
If I can't fly away, I might as well make myself comfortable.