Words of the Constant
This feels a tad psychotic.
That's sweet.
Looks like it's the end of days.
Pretty prickly protection, eh?
Plaid is all the armour I need.
It's better than nothing.
Makes me feel sorta tough.
It's hard to swing an axe while wearing this.
Hot stuff, eh?
That'll stop the hurt.
This doesn't seem very hardy.
It tickles. I think it's still alive.
You can never be too safe.
Pretty roomy in there, eh.
It fits me so well!
All natural safety precautions.
A lil reassurance.
Feel a little funny in this.
It makes me queasy to look at.
I feel suave in it.
Nice use of bug carcasses.
I feel right at home in this, eh.
That's aboot as safe as it gets on the sea.
It's all burnt up.
This used to be an eyebone.
This used to be a slimy flower.
I guess that doesn't go through there.
Almost as tough as trees like this.
It's a soup made out of those little trees.
Little easier to eat them cooked.
They're like little trees to chop down.
I should plant this.
It's not as nice as Lucy.
A face only a mother could love.
He's all beard.
That's my rucksack.
Awww. It's just front bacon.
Are those balloons?
Subtle.
Hey buddy, you know any tricks?
Not quite as nice as a seaside cabin, but it'll do.
It's like diet wood, eh?
Burnt like bacon, eh?
That was some good chopping!
Lucy's got too much kick for this.
I'd prefer maple taffy...
At least I didn't have to pay for it.
Neat.
So that's where he hid everything.
Found it.