Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Things are really heating up.

What about miasma?

Yuck! Stay back, Woby girl!

Walter

Not too close, Wobes.

Walter

It's just blowing off steam! Get it, Woby?

Steer clear, Wobers!

Oh that dreadful, noxious odor.

Wanda

Let's go around those, shall we?

Wanda

I feel sluggish in this heat.

Wanda

Oh botheration, I've no desire to wade through that vile substance.

Reminds me of rotten eggs.

I do not wish to wait for what comes out!

Steaming as a method of cooking preserves nutrients and flavor!

It smells of death and disease!

'Tis a fetor that doth offend thy very senses!

What cometh may bring naught but ruin.

There is no furnace nor frost that shall halt my spear!

Cursed fog of pestilence!

Blegh! That stinks!

I don't like the looks of it.

Maxwell

Ugh, really? I'm already uncomfortable.

No, thank you.

We don't like that smell.

What's in there?

It's too hot!

It makes us feel sick.

That's unpleasant.

There's nothing coming out... for now.

Wendy

I prefer the cold's quiet embrace.

Wendy

One could drown in that black fog.

Those fumes are harmful to inhale and will cause spoilage to perishables.

Fumarole from which a number of gasses may emerge. Best steer clear.

Merely geothermal steam venting from a fumarole. One needn't be alarmed.

Prudence dictates minimizing exposure to that most insidious vapor.

Oof! That reeks!

I don't trust it.

I prefer a dry heat.

Just hear me out... Fire. Trust me.

Smells kinda rotten.

Ain't nothin' good comin' out of there.

Winona

It's gonna get real stuffy down here.

Winona

Well that's just toxic.

Wolfgang

Like Wolfgang when he eat too much protein!

Wolfgang

Is how ground breathe.

Wolfgang love sauna.

Wolfgang hate dark yucky cloud.

Woodie

Did you catch a whiff of that, Luce?

Woodie

I'd rather not wait around.