Words of the Constant
I'll tell you nothin', puffin.
Stay calm, little soul.
Hyuyu, catching some shuteye are we?
How nice and how spooky!
My turn to carve the lantern!
Real food is a bit hard on my stomach.
The carving is done, now comes the fun!
It's not ready for my heady.
Don't be shy, try the pie!
Slightly easier on my impish tum.
How delightfully spooky! Hyuyu!
Quite the plump pumpkin.
Let's give them some soil, before they spoil.
It does not complain, for it feels no pain!
Hyuyu, it tickles my impish brain!
I deserve these jewels, I think.
Dark amethyst wrenched from shadows' midst.
Jeepers peepers!
It's full as full can be!
A place to place a plate!
Nothing of interest to me, I see.
Creeping ivy, growing strong.
My vessel is not her vassal.
A monumental statue! Hyuyu!
No relation.
I'll take the beef, you keep the "lo"!
Mortals like berries, I think.
The mortals like it when food looks nice.
Strange little seeds, indeed, indeed.
I wonder how the wyrm got a taste for mortal food.
This dish is so itty bitty!
Pithy pennies.
The Gnaw expelled it from its craw.
The Gnaw has spoken. We've earned its token.
It's a big hop token.
The humans like it, they do, they do!
They like it more like this, I hear!
They'll feel so silly once I catch them!
I wonder what it tastes like.
Mortal food powder!
Humans have odd palates.
Let's roll the dice with this sacrifice!
This meal is splendid, just as intended!
Better to serve something small than nothing at all.
This meal looks wrong, but we don't have long.
Oospadoodle.
Hissss!
Hissssss!
Strange little seeds, indeed, indeed.
And who might you be?