Words of the Constant
It tastes tropical.
Such a waste.
I cooked it for some reason.
They don't have those back home.
It's all bunged up.
There're probably no trees down there anyway.
It looks like Sudbury down there.
It's all bunged up.
Maybe later. I've gotten cozy down here.
There are probably trees up there.
There's something under there, eh.
Hey! It's a fern!
Why do I feel like I should bring it to the entrance, eh?
Whew, that's salty.
I'd be loonie not to eat this.
This makes me a bit sad.
Dead metal.
Dead metal.
Dead metal.
He's doing his best!
No one ever told him it was rude to stare.
I wonder if it will ever wake up again.
Winner winner, chicken dinner.
A bird's a bird.
Getting some shut eye.
It's like armor for fire.
It's got some heft to it.
I still prefer you, Lucy.
A little bit of safe haven.
Looks like a street lamp.
That's some weird wood.
Too small to chop right now.
Wonder if someone'd want this.
This should help me get around.
Time to run!
I'm gonna do some serious damage with this.
It's just a coconut.
Now it's a tiny palm tree.
Ready to eat.
One for me and one for Lucy.
Good old joe.
I should cook these up.
Canadians love their coffee.
Makes coffee, don't it.
You look a little down, bud.
Coffee beans!
I wish it had more beans.
It could use good cuppa joe.
It's almost gone.
This'll make it feel more like home.