Words of the Constant
Star-sky
I always wanted one of these.
Maybe he needs some science?
Aww, are you lost little guy?
Ah! I-I'm sure some peroxide and a bandage will fix him up.
Who would leave a fishbowl in a cave? I hope it wasn't me...
I think his time might've run out...
He's a cheery little fishstick.
He's missing his other half.
An ensconced water sprite!
An unfortunate casualty of battle.
Better him in that bowl than me.
His spirit is free now.
He's our new friend.
He was our new friend.
It's not floating, yet.
It's reached its natural state.
Pygocentrus Nattereri.
Mortuus piscis.
It's too wet to burn.
It's still too wet to burn.
Who left you out here all alone, hey?
Yeesh. Fishfry.
Is tiny swimming teeth.
Is tiny floating teeth.
I've never had one of these before.
It was bound to happen.
Making friends!
Can swim on back?
It is on the inside looking out.
Its heart is weeping for its friend.
Hello fishy-fishy!
Taking nap?
A USELESS HUMAN DISTRACTION
ONE FISH, TWO FISH. RED FISH, DEAD FISH