Words of the Constant
Wooden Chair
I wouldn't like to sit on that.
I'd like to sit on that!
Somebody else is sitting on that.
That's why we should never play with matches.
Sorry Woby, that's not for you.
Sorry Woby, that's not for you.
Its chairing days are done.
I believe in my time, we called that a chair.
It is occupied.
Chair brûlé.
Mon chair.
Leur chair.
The gods hath no need for chairs.
A warrior doth not sit.
On your feet, soldier!
Better that way.
I'm appalled by the idea of sitting for some reason.
Good. You sit. Forever.
We thought we smelled burning.
Mother said I could never sit still.
Mother said I could never sit still.
Oh well.
Abigail?
You might be sitting on Abigail.
Can't we have any nice things?
Reminds me of the chair in my reading nook.
If you're going to sit, you might as well read.
Aww, it's over.
That will definitely burn.
You sure you want to sit there? That chair may spontaneously combust.
I ain't one to sit around anyway.
Looks sturdy enough.
Looks like that seat's spoken for.
Chair looks burnt and sad.
Is tiny chair strong enough to hold Wolfgang?
Do not worry, friend. Wolfgang will stand.
It's just so sad...
Just look at that quality woodworking!
They're takin' a load off, eh?
Oh no!
Sit Place
That okay! Will sit somewhere else
I see this seat's been taken.
I'll take a seat and rest my feet.
Move your rear, I want to sit here!
Aww...
Oooh, fancy sitting-place!
Wanna turn! Move over!
YOU CAN HAVE IT NOW, FLESHLINGS
MY CHAIR