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It smells a little sour.
It's dripping with disease.
Feathery moose baby!
Sorry! Don't haunt me!
I should probably leave that alone.
It's... it's beautiful.
I like the colour of this one.
Maybe I should chop it.
Well, I can't cut it down now...
It's made of wood.
Chop it down before it spreads!
I can't let that stand.
This one needs pruning, at least.
Those look like good eating.
Best meal I've seen in awhile, eh?
Not doin' me any good unplanted.
These look tasty.
They want to be food.
I predict a mussel dinner in my future.
The mussels can't get enough of this thing.
What on earth is that!
Nectar makes honey, eh.
Hoo-boy. That's sharp.
Whew! That'll clear the sinuses!
Nothing there, but I'm sure it grows back.
Looks good n' watered.
It's the wrong dirt, eh?
Good for clearing the nose, eh?
What kind of darkness is that?
All of my fears in liquid form, eh?
They should have used wood.
I think it's off.
It's nearly still.
I think it's off.
It's going crazy!
It's settling down.
This thing just turned on!
It's vibrating!
That's mighty nifty.
Nightmares can't hurt ya!
It's how we built the railway.
Uncomfortably smooth.
It's a little toasty.
Watch out Lucy, you've got competition! (Just kidding!)
It packs a major punch.
I should go chop some wood for that, eh?
Looks like the perfect place to light a fire.
I'm using too much wood too fast!
There should be some wood around here somewhere.
Mmmm. Smells woody.