Words of the Constant
Any minute now...
Swell. It's making me wait.
Guess I shouldn't have made it out of wood.
More pockets!
That was easy. A little too easy...
Drat! It's blocking the way.
Don't take this personal but I'm going to leave.
That's a big tree.
Three pokey bits are better than one.
One man's trash is another kid's marbles.
Treasures like this make the adventuring life worthwhile.
Swell. My new co-pilot.
I wonder if they want it back.
I don't know what this is, but it looks refreshing.
A little short.
Don't know how to play. And I don't really want to learn.
It's either an important clue to an adventure, or it's completely useless to me.
It's got a hole in it.
Swell. Just what I always wanted.
Not my kind of adventure.
What kind of monster would create a kazoo you can't use!
Looks like... something I don't know how to use.
I'd like it better if it was a balloon.
I guess it's treasure?
Interesting... I don't know what it is.
I've found knots like this in my balloon rigging.
Pity I don't have a lawn to put it on.
I'd fly it to the moon if I could.
I bet someone would find this valuable. Not me, but someone.
I'll play this in my down-time. Which is never.
I'm more a showerer myself.
I think I figured out where all the lost buttons go.
Swell. A stone dolly.
Do they have mail service around here?
It's an inferior Pew-matic.
The fins are still in there. Just the way I like it.
If I had enough of these, you think I could fly away?
Looks like it'd make a beautiful lunch.
Now I'm only slightly freezing cold.
I bet it'd be even warmer if there were sleeves.
I hope it tastes like chicken. And not nose.
Swell. I'll add it to my collection of nose related treasures.
Am I supposed to be proud of this?
My trusty-dusty, handy-dandy, Pew-matic Horn.
A tree made of tubers! That'll be an adventure.
It's ripe. Well ripe-ish.
So good I'll even eat the flower.
How adventurous am I feeling?
A nice meal of tubers.
The chase is on!