Words of the Constant
My own house to burn to the ground.
Holy crap!
Stop staring at me!
Useless. Can't even burn it.
Psht. That didn't last long.
Burn! Burn it all down!
Anymore bamboos? Helloooo?
Come back!
What a sorry looking piece of... grass?
It's taking a little rest.
It's asking to be burned.
It's asking to be burned.
Who just leaves dirt lying around in the forest?
Those traps are goners now.
Who would fall for that disguise?
It's making some kind of noise.
It's full of electrical junk.
Gah! Enough with the beeping!
This thing is getting noisier.
I must be close!
Not sure what this does. Doesn't seem like it's fiery things.
Just needs to be unlocked with a key. Not fire, unfortunately.
It's whirring now!
I'll make something out of it.
It's, like... a fin, I guess?
If I bought this in a store I'd feel burned.
There is no spark behind its eyes.
You poor little dummy.
Dumb egg.
Cooking this dumb egg was smart of me.
The planet just got a little dumber.
This would burn.
A dummy is born every second.
It's filled with fire!
I'm not sure why you'd want something that DOESN'T burn...
It looks sort of like a fire!
It looks more like a fruit that's been in a fire now.
Seeds for that fire-looking fruit.
Fire fruit in a pie? Oh boy!
Oooooooh! I LIKE these.
If only I could figure out how to train one.
A bunch of hotheads live there.
I think this hot rock is actually a hot egg.
Nothing like a hot meal.
A burning puddle of hork.
Bang on the drum all day!
Do I satisfy my hunger or do I bang on the drum?
Pirate monies!
You need ground, fast.
What's the matter, got no dirt?