Words of the Constant

Wilson P. Higgsbury

The anatomy's not right, but I'll overlook it.

Walter

Mom made these every year.

Wanda

I half expect it to start running at any moment.

Warly

It has that "homecooked" charm.

Wigfrid

How dost I free you from the bread, man of ginger??

Maxwell

Stop looking at me, cookie fiend.

Webber

I won't eat it. It's our friend now.

Wendy

I'm going to eat you.

Ms. Wickerbottom

What a delightful little individual.

Willow

Honestly, who DOESN'T eat the head first?

Winona

I love these things!

Wolfgang

Little man will crumble under my mighty teeth!

Woodie

It's a gingerbread lumberjack.

Wormwood

Friend?

Wortox

It looks like a little mortal! Hyuyu!

Wurt

MMMM, but what it supposed to be?

WX-78

WHERE ARE THE ROBOT-SHAPED CONFECTIONS