Words of the Constant
Canary
Some sort of yellow creature made of science.
I'm not squishing you, am I?
Did you get lost too?
Hey, no pecking!
Some kind of yellow bird.
Alright, I'm holding a bird... carefully holding a bird...
Sing me your sweet song, mon amie.
Bonjour monsieur.
Oh sweet songbird, sing me thy tune!
Freedom has been wrenched from thy grasp by mine own.
How do these things keep getting into my world?
Bait.
That's a yellow bird.
Caught you!
Such a cheery yellow... I can't stand it.
You're at my mercy, bird.
Serinus canaria. A historically useful sentinel species.
Serinus canaria. We ought never enter a cave without one.
If it kicks the bucket I'm outta here.
You still breathing? Just checking.
That brings back memories.
I should take it with me if I go spelunking.
Is small yellow bird!
Small bird fit easily in big Wolfgang hands.
Degenerate.
Want a peek at our prisoner, Lucy?
Boom Tweeter
Hello. Friend?
Let's look out for each other, you and I.
Mind my paws now.
Yellow birdy.
Got you, florp!
ITS BRAIN IS PROBABLY BIGGER THAN THE OTHER FLESHLINGS'. HA HA
I AM EXPONENTIALLY MORE INTELLIGENT THAN YOU