Words of the Constant
I'm going to take you everywhere with me.
Are you headed my way?
It makes my eyes water.
I should plant this.
Should plant this somewhere.
Mmmmm. It's all twiggy.
Dung to go.
It's a goner.
There's a bit of a stink.
Getting some shut eye.
I don't think she liked that.
Dung gone it.
There'll be more.
It smells bad.
It smells even worse.
Why would I want to grow more of those things?
Where I'm from these would only work in the fall.
Shouldn't there be two?
This should cook up nicely.
This cooked up nicely.
I bet birds have something to do with this.
Suspiciously birdy.
Hmmm. I'm not sure.
It's prickly, eh?
Watch out! That plant's gonna give'r!
This cactus gave'r. Now it's tired.
More "crusty" than "encrusted".
Nooo! I could have chopped it!
What a waste.
Ahhhh!
It's calling to me!
I'm sorry!
I feel terrible!
Another one!
Lucy would want me to chop it down.
Always good to have something watching over you.
It needs to mind its own business.
That'll drive the hosers off.
This needs to be installed properly.
How do I dye it plaid?
If it was a tree farm, I'd be sad.
I prefer larger plants.
They'll never reach chopping size.
I think it needs some poop.
A traditional Canadian fan.
I want nothing to do with that... thing.
The bird murder wasn't even necessary. Heh.
I guess touching all those gross feathers was worth it.
A gross feather.
A disgusting feather.