Words of the Constant
Got too close to campfire, florp.
Found page for scrappy book!
Blegh, still smell like nasty Pigman!
Can see everything!
Gonna make something good, flort!
Can't use now.
Make things outta rocks!
Look! Made it with own claws!
Something weird about it.
All done!
Huh?
It lost its head, flurp!
Look lost, flort.
What that supposed to be?
All together!
Something happening...
It broken!
Look like Ironfolk head.
That a strange lump of rock...
Look a bit better, flurt.
Something happening...
Missing something...
Hm, think this belong somewhere.
That seem to happen a lot...
Make things for water, florp!
Fish looks so sad in there...
Ooooh, big rock!
Glorp! Empty!
Oooh, like glowy ball.
Stuff seeds inside.
Put in dirt, florp!
Teeny snacks!
How it float like that?
Glurgh... needle hard to hold with claws...
Good. Won't stare anymore, florp.
Quit staring, flort!
Weenowna-lady good at fixing.
Grrr! What it doing? Why it move like that?!
He use the bad magic!!
Feel... sad...
Glorp! Ground broken!
Big and strong and pretty!
Haha! Florpt!
Where you going?
G-go away!!
Hey! No eating!!
Glorp! Much teeth!
Aww. Just wants a hug. Florp!
N-not scared of you, florp!
Choppy time!