Words of the Constant
Ice Flingomatic
The fuel tank is getting a bit low.
All quiet on the flinging front.
Fling on!
We'd better give it some more fuel.
It's conserving its energy.
That should keep us from setting the camp on fire... hopefully.
It's starting to wind down.
Ready to fling at a moment's notice.
It's a good thing we prepared for just such an eventuality.
Shall I fuel it up?
He's sleeping.
Make it snow!
The catapult grows weak and tired.
Time to rest, flinging warrior.
Catapult engaged for battle!
Not much fuel left.
Quiet before the storm.
Begone, fire!
Running low on fuel.
It's off.
This would come in handy in a snowball fight.
It's running on fumes.
Quiet as a corpse.
I don't know why you bother. We're all going to burn.
Fuel's getting low.
Nothing to see here.
Pitch that ice!
Almost out.
And stay off!
I wish you'd shut your lid and stop putting out fires.
Needs a top up.
We should mass produce these things.
Witness the efficiency of the future!
Are you hungry, machine?
Machine know Wolfgang is stronger.
I can throw better.
It craves wood.
Lazy thing.
Save the trees!
Needs food
Keep fire away
Good machine
It hungers for souls! Or fuel.
Dead to the world.
It is ready to fling at a moment's notice.
It getting hungry.
It sleeping.
Good machine!
FRIEND NEEDS FOOD BADLY
QUIET FRIEND