Words of the Constant
I hate that arrow!
Hey there, tree seed.
You'll be a real tree soon.
Looks like you won't become a tree after all.
It's very dead now.
You look like you'd burn well.
It's sleeping.
Maybe that leads home.
Brisk movement snuffs fires.
Fire makes everything better.
Gross. It's all gooey inside.
I put fire on it.
I could eat that.
Should I plant this?
I'm invincible! Well, maybe not. But it feels good.
The dead can't get through here.
Oooo! An afterlife intercom.
The dead can't get through here.
What's he all about?
Hey! Burning is my thing!
It's from that apocalypse jerk.
It's not gonna work like that.
Dang! Can't burn it!
Ugly.
I should kick it.
Aww... It won't burn.
Drat, won't burn.
It leads to my new friend.
I won't burn it, but only because it makes me honey.
Gross!
Ughh. I do not want to go in there.
This'll help if I'm poisoned.
Here birdie birdie...
Seeya round big birdie. Or not.
Gross and dead.
You're gross.
Still gross.
Yeesh. What are you so angry about?
A baby jerk.
This is the nastiest thing I've ever made.
Ugh. Ugly.
Am I supposed to be impressed.
There's stuff in there I can steal.
This is the worst.
Sweet, sweet fire.
Looks ominous. I like it.
This way I won't get burned by those cacti.
Yay! More FIRE!!!
A waste of flammable materials.
It's so... heavy.