Words of the Constant
Hotshot! Is he not?
Hotshot! Is he not?
Hotshot! Is he not?
Please keep that mouth to yourself!
My fur is much nicer!
My fur is much nicer!
Slinky, slurp and slime.
Oh how safe I do feel!
The hole where all the slurtles go!
A useful slime, I think, I say.
Shards of shell I do see here.
The apple of my eye.
Would you like a nice soul to nibble on?
Night night, sleep tight.
Goodness gracious, you're really hungry.
I prefer souls with more meat on their bones... metaphorically speaking.
Poor little creature.
Not to my taste.
I'll have a fit if I touch that spit!
No greater delight than a snowball fight!
Whoa, man. Snowman!
Of all the snowballs...
Slink and slither, little snurtle.
This kelp should help our garden grow, hyuyu!
This bubbling brew will make the plants good as new.
This planty drink is starting to stink.
A most potent plant potion indeed!
Ptoo to you too!
For defense only, I promise.
Live in fear of the spear!
Live in fear of the spear!
The Viking woman wields it well.
That is a shockingly good point.
What a cute little pack. Hyuyu!
I'll spike some mortal's food. Hyuyu!
Hissss!
Careful with that stuff!
A saccharine collection of liquefied confection.
Sorry! I'm sorry.
Gracious, you have many legs!
Sweetest dreams now.
The spider must burn or it will return.
That spider was a biter.
It fills me with dread of the undead.
A leggy surprise awaits inside!
I should paint mustaches on the mortals while they're sleeping...
They wiggle, wriggle, 'round inside.
It's squishy, yes oh yes it is!
Hyuyu, this is grotesque!
All webbed up!