Words of the Constant
I can't use you for these trees, Lucy.
Well it's ripe now.
Well that's fancy.
Better not eat it until it's ripe.
Nothing fancy, just some tubers.
I wish it was sturdier so I could chop it.
Lucy'll open'er up.
Makes my head spin.
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Too classy for my taste.
Some ground.
Looks like one of those city-people outhouses.
Just some road, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Fire doesn't quite take here, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
It's mushy like peas.
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
At least you don't have to clean it.
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
I found this underground.
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Rocks. Bleh.