Words of the Constant
Sunken Chest
The real treasure is the treasure we found along the way.
It's clammed right up!
How did this clam get so big?
I can't get it open.
A shell this enormous must have something interesting inside.
Oh botheration! Open up, you!
I was hoping there would still be a fresh clam inside...
Ah, zut! Locked.
Perhaps it was a gift from Venus?
Fie! Locked tight!
How whimsical.
How annoying. It's locked.
Whew... we thought there might be an angry clam inside.
It won't let us in!
No treasure could replace what I've lost.
Of course. It's locked.
A mollusk of exceptional size and functionality.
Oh dear. I believe this will require a key.
Sooo... I can burn it now, right?
Aw, c'mon!
Here's hoping I never have to tussle with a live one.
Can't seem to get it open.
Is filled with treasure things, yes?
Wolfgang... can't... pry... open!
I think I prefer cedar chests.
Dangit, this lock won't budge!
Shell stuff
Oh. Locked
I fear it's only a shell of its former self.
We need a key for this gift from the sea!
Seashell is good for hiding things, florpt!
Grrr, open up!
IT SMELLS
WHAT IF WE JUST THROW IT BACK INTO THE OCEAN