Words of the Constant
Oh where, where could they be, hyuyu.
They're not looking for who I'm looking for.
Till what, weed?
A welcome break from pains and aches.
I'd eyed it'd dried.
Ooo, you look like FUN!
Now we're REALLY having fun!
Just a hole.
Nothing to do but chop it in two.
Have we summoned something fun?
Who shall I throw this at?
Squishy, squishy.
Hyuyu, I'll have to find something very big to throw it at!
Strange little seeds, indeed, indeed.
A stylish imp I'm fit to be!
Hyuyuyu, he's up to his old tricks!
I won't go astray if this lights my way.
A pie, not sweet, but filled with meat.
My order's almost here.
Soul delivery machine.
Cheers, my dears, I must be off.
A rock containing a touch of fun.
Looks chewy. I hate chewing.
You wouldn't pummel a tiny imp, would you?!
I do not know what this does.
I'm a very patient imp.
Spiky, pointy, green and thorny!
Stone cold!
Oh, this could be a very fun prank!
A quick cure for cold feet, hyuyuyu!
Rocks so warm, they'll do some harm.
Jaws that snap! It was a trap.
Careful where you tread, lest you end up dead!
I hope this isn't too cruel.
What a rude thing to leave lying around.
Oh no, our treasure!
A storage place for bits and bobs.
There's room to spare for things in there.
What have we here?
Hey! Don't bar the way!
It'll really rib to your sticks.
Torch the trunk and then kerplunk!
It's mine to mine!
The rock? I see it, but how to free it?
What's happening, sapling?
A seed, indeed!
Holding a pitchfork feels disturbingly natural.
Somebody finally lost them.
Humans are so funny.
Do you have a riddle for me?