Words of the Constant
Kill it with fire!
They come from above.
What a frustrating jerk!
One dead monkey.
Ugh, what are you?!
It doesn't look so tough now.
This must burn!
Looks burnable.
Get over here!
He had it coming.
Maybe I could kill it... with FIRE.
Maybe I should just leave that one alone.
Gross.
At least it's still flammable.
It's like colorful sparks!
It feels flammable.
It's like colorful sparks!
It feels flammable.
It's like colorful sparks!
It feels flammable.
It better not put out any of my fires.
It's so beautiful!
Always whirling! Swirling towards destruction!
Rocks are boring.
Rocks are boring.
Rocks are boring.
Rocks are boring.
More boring rocks.
More boring rocks.
More boring rocks.
More boring rocks.
Looks about the same.
Is that supposed to be something?
Such a nice statue. Shame if something were to happen to it.
I'm beginning to dislike that man.
It's a ham sandwich.
Make a spark, it'll still burn.
It's pokey!
Not even burnable.
A hat made of straw. To think, it could've been tinder.
It's still not a bird, but I stuffed it like one!
Now I've smelled everything.
It's too far out, I can't even burn it!
Where'd they go?
Someone out there is all wet.
Double whammy.
I can't say that word!
I've put away childish things.
It wants to meet my lighter.
No idea what that is.