Words of the Constant
Anything with a fire in it is okay by me.
I like the color.
I changed it with fire!
Pretty!
Hey! You! Get up here!
Maybe it will return some day.
Burn! Yeah!
It's a burnable clump of reeds.
I can't do anything with reed stubble.
Can I burn it?
Vests are so in.
Bits and pieces, pieces and bits.
Old furniture.
Its grin creeps me out.
It's really old.
Snooty.
Looks fancier than those other old things.
Ugh. Can't get those jewels out.
There's no learning from that now.
Even I don't know everything... yet.
There's no learning from that now.
Even I don't know everything... yet.
Now it's dark and not very powerful.
A dark and powerful energy radiates from it.
Double, double toil and... oh. It's burned.
I can use the hat like a cauldron!
Can things burn at sea?
My policy was canceled.
That's my insurance policy.
I guess I should touch it?
A redbird. The color of fire, but not a phoenix.
It's cozy in my pocket.
It looks cold out here. I bet it wants a fire.
It's so fluffy.
They look scared half to death.
It's, like, a rock.
What's the point of collecting these again?
We don't have much in common.
I can't burn it.
It's a rock. I can't even burn it.
Charrific!
Might as well see what's underneath.
I don't think there's any way it'd burn.
As useless as water ever was.
As useless as water ever was.
There's heat in there, just waiting to get out!
The lava is cooling.
A pool of fire!
Aww, it's cooled off.
Just another rock to me.