Words of the Constant
I think it's waiting for me to die.
Not so smart now, are you?
It's curtains for that door.
Cut grass, ready for burning. Or maybe crafting.
This sword smells.
Blah, tastes like sawdust.
It smells funny.
Cut reeds, ready for burning. Or maybe crafting.
Perfectly squared for maximum enjoyment.
Fire didn't cure this dish of being nasty.
Ugh, fire would get rid of that smell.
YES! BURN!
I wish it was still burning.
Burning it would've been better.
I bet it would burn well.
A fire would set'em straight.
I never liked them when they were alive.
Ugh. It still smells.
Ugh! What a smell!
That looks pretty sturdy.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
I like this.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
It'd be better if I could burn it.
A fire hazard. I like it.
A fire hazard. I like it.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.
A fire hazard. I like it.
Needs fire.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lightbulb.
A boring old lamp.
A fire hazard. I like it.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.
A fire hazard. I like it.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.
A boring old lamp.