Words of the Constant
Stone Fruit Bush
Its fruit growing days are over.
It's burning!
It looks pretty sick.
Err, something's not right.
It's a bush... from the moon!
It'll take awhile to grow more fruit.
It's pretty hot out.
I don't think it'll be making fruit anytime soon.
It's on fire!
Maybe that's how a moon bush is supposed to look?
Is something wrong with it?
Is that tree growing... rocks?
We already gathered all the fruit.
I don't think it likes the heat.
I think it's well past its prime.
Oh botheration, I needed that!
It looks pretty sick.
Err, something's not right.
I've seen a lot of strange things in my time. This is one of them.
I'll come back later when there's fruit to pick.
I can't expect it to make fruit in this heat.
It's all out of fruit.
Did I leave the stove on?
That doesn't look healthy.
I think something's wrong with it.
What a strange looking shrub!
I must be patient.
It's withered from the heat.
Tis barren as the rainless desert.
Tis consumed by flame!
The plague hath overwhelmed it completely!
A plague festers within it!
Hark, be wary! Tis fruit I see.
It hath been stripped of its bounty.
It had not the strength to withstand this heat.
It is fruitless and useless now.
Well that's a shame.
It's ill.
I think it's sick or something.
It labors to make my dinner.
What use are you to me if you don't have fruit?
It resembles Woodie, does it not?
We don't think it can make fruit anymore.
It's burning!
It's really sick.
It looks a little pale.
There's rocks growing out of that bush!
It doesn't have anything good.
Too hot.
It will never again bear fruit.