Words of the Constant
They make me feel so safe.
Burnt!
Pointy!
Pickets!
Walruses are natural predators.
It's covered with walrus hairs.
Looks like somebody was camping here.
It looks warm and cozy inside.
I'm sure I'll find a use for it eventually.
That's burning fast!
It's outta style now.
It holds dark, forbidden secrets...
You might be something to reckon with, big dog.
I think those bees are mad.
Watertight, just like all my theories.
It's a dog-eat-me world out here.
Water you think it does?
Sticky sweet.
Let the juice run down your face.
Cryogenic watermelon.
Juicy and warm.
It's a melon seed.
Sure, I could fish it out of there. But should I?
Pretty fancy hat, that.
Some sheets of wax paper.
Poor little guy. He deserves a proper funeral.
Whee!
I'll be careful with this carapace.
It tastes like nothing.
That whale has emotional issues.
Something down there has bad breath.
Gross. I think the bloating has begun.
Gross. I think the bloating has begun.
Whale, ho!
Looks like a fighter.
It's construction is com-passable.
Nothing like loud noises to help keep the peace.
It's oddly monkey-sized.
He looks kind of regal.
Looks aggressive.
What's it guarding?
It smells as bad as it looks.
What a bore-ing house.
A big window.
It's a window.
Lets in some sunlight.
Out there is the outside.
Not exactly high class.
A fancy window.
It's a window.