Words of the Constant
W.O.B.O.T.
It's broken.
Let's not get carried away.
We should try to fix it!
Now that's how you fetch, Woby!
Maybe its time had come.
It certainly saves time.
It has been scrambled.
Bonjour little forager.
We must never forget our fallen comrades.
Go forth to gather the spoils of war.
People have become so reliant on technology. Rather pathetic.
Only the laziest person would think up this infernal device.
Someone fix it so we can play with it.
It works while we play!
Can a machine truly die?
It lacks a soul.
This device is in a state of disrepair.
An automated unit for collecting and sorting items.
Only thing left to do is melt it down. I'll stoke up the furnace!
It frees up my time to burn things.
Poor lil' guy is all busted.
Industrious lil' fella.
Good effort, little buddy. Good effort.
Is cute. Wolfgang carry more and heavier thing.
Lucy! Did you do that?
We chop, and it collects.
Help! Grabby Friend is hurt!
Go, Grabby Friend!
It either starts, or we harvest for parts!
Ol' Kramps would love this.
Didn't break baby Ironfolk. Found like that.
Clean mess, baby Ironfolk!
WWWHHHYYY???!!!
FLESHBAGS ARE NOT EVEN HALF AS USEFUL