Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

Those shadows are all cut from the same cloth.

Walter

All that's left of that poor shadow monster.

Wanda

Tatters of spacetime.

Warly

Leftovers from those nightmares.

Wigfrid

Remnants of a fallen foe.

Maxwell

It would be a shame to let this material go to waste.

Webber

It's definitely not spider silk.

Wendy

Tattered remains.

Ms. Wickerbottom

This unusual fabric may be quite useful.

Willow

Finders keepers!

Winona

I can work with any material.

Wolfgang

Scary little rags.

Woodie

It ain't flannel, but I can work with it.

Wormwood

Leaves? No...

Wortox

Bits of tattered reality. And it comes in my color!

Wurt

All torn up.

WX-78

ALL THAT IS LEFT OF MY ENEMIES