Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Wigfrid keeps jumping out and hitting me with it?!

Walter

Woby likes it.

Wanda

So this is when it ended up!

Warly

You scratch my back, I scratch yours, non?

Wigfrid

Finally, a safe weapon with which to spar with my new allies.

Maxwell

Eliminates the use of the phrase "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."

Webber

Can we dig in the dirt with this?

Wendy

My back doesn't need scratching.

Ms. Wickerbottom

An instrument of self-sufficiency.

Willow

This looks a little like a fire iron.

Winona

I can reach my own back! Watch!

Wolfgang

Wolfgang's arms too thick to reach back.

Woodie

Wigfrid keeps using it to "spar" with me and Lucy. We're afraid.

Wormwood

(scritch, scritch)

Wortox

Much less satisfying than big sharp claws!

Wurt

Extra claws for scratching!

WX-78

WHICH ONE OF YOU HORRIBLE FLESHLINGS RIPPED THE ARM OFF A HELPLESS ROBOT