Words of the Constant
Scrappy Werepig
He's trapped under all that junk.
Let's not upset him.
He seems upset.
Should we help him, Woby?
Don't worry, Woby. I think I can gain his trust.
I still think we can be friends.
This is all too familiar.
Well this is new.
I guess we don't learn from the past.
I may regret this, but I feel the urge to help this poor creature.
Perhaps he is not so bad after all.
Uh-oh! Monsieur Cochon is boiling mad!
It pains me to see a worthy adversary in such a state.
The calm before the storm.
Finally. Let us fight.
He seems fine to me.
Someone needs a bath.
What's his problem?
Oh. That's why we don't play in the big junk pile.
Does he want to play with us?
We don't think he's playing.
A soul crushed by the weight of the inescapable past.
He seems hungry for power. Perhaps to fill the void within.
The rage is a mask to hide his pain.
The pitiful beast is pinned beneath this pile of debris.
The creature appears calm for now. Best not aggravate it.
Someone should teach this brute some manners.
He's going to be one cranky pig.
Maybe I was wrong about him.
Temper, temper. Some things never change.
He sure is in a sorry state.
He seems to be minding his own business.
Take it easy, big boy!
Big monster piggie don't look so tough now.
Hey piggie! Wolfgang love to eat bacon for breakfast.
Nice piggie. Wolfgang can't remember last time eat bacon.
Should we help him out, Luce?
Hey there, buddy. You don't look so bad.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Twirly Tail stuck again
Nice Twirly Tail?
Why always mad?
Just my luck to find him stuck... again.
Freed indeed.
Not to belabor, but you've a pattern of behavior.
No, thank you. Flort!
I don't like him.
See? Never trust a stinky Pig.
I FEEL NOTHING FOR THIS FLESHSACK
SLIGHT IMPROVEMENTS BUT STILL A STINKING FLESHSACK