Words of the Constant
I've seen nicer chairs.
Pretty dead, eh?
Look at them chompers.
No need to wake it.
Tastes like moose.
All the meats!
It's not back bacon, but it'll do.
Its usefulness has dried up.
That looks done.
This is like watching meat dry.
This is like watching meat dry... in the rain.
It's all set up. Just add meat.
It tastes like survival.
What foul sea did that crawl out of?
I don't know aboot that guy.
Amazingly, it smells even worse now.
Smells like a factory trawler.
Couldn't even build a fireproof house.
They're not the handiest.
I'd prefer a log cabin.
Is someone trying to talk to me?
What was in it?
It's a little cold.
Down deep in a coal mine.
I'm not used to the heat in this place!
Is there anything wood can't do?
What is this... some sort of sign?
Good, sturdy wood.
Another poor soul with a curse.
That's a nice chest with horns, eh.
That's a nice horn, eh.
It feels aboot rocks the way I feel aboot trees.
Want some rocks?
Dig, dig, dig.
Now featuring night-time chopping!
I bet it's just a pile of rocks inside.
Well then. That's a new one.
What're you smiling at?
What a fine choice of building materials.
This is cat food!
I'm not hungry enough for that.
I still don't want to eat it.
Isn't there anything else to eat?
It's uh, a moon rock.
Whatever it is, it's definitely Canadian.
Well, it lays eggs, apparently.
I hate it.
That'll take a pint out of me!
What do I do with this, eh?
Blood and guts, eh?