Words of the Constant
It shows a massive, technologically advanced city.
It doesn't seem fully real.
A trusty axe.
Awwww. So cute!
Sweet dreams, smelly.
You could fit a whole lot of science in there.
The perfect breakfast for a man of science.
I'm game for a game.
How are they floating?
The static does terrible things to my hair.
How did he get the smaller balloons inside?
Now it's just another balloon.
The hole in the center makes it more aerodynamic, that's just physics!
It looks like clown currency.
If the bright colors don't attract some horrible creature, the squeaking will.
That bush is bananas!
Makes me feel a bit rogueish.
No, not brain freeze! I need that for science!
Seems sterile enough.
This bandage is really winging it.
They don't look like knuckles to me.
Barnacles taste better when you can't see them.
I'm just hungry enough to consider it...
I still seem to have misplaced my chopsticks.
I'm told it's quite a delicacy.
Pass the pasta!
That's too strong to break through!
Ack! That's terrifying!
I bet I could fly if I held two of them.
I don't want to wake them.
It's just textbook chemistry.
Who knows whose nose this is?
For hands-free dairy drinking.
It came out smelling like a nose.
Wow, it stores so many songs.
Theater makes me fidgety.
I once burned my vest before seeing a play. I call that dramatic ironing.
Theater makes me fidgety.
I'm afraid I'm not a licensed poetic.
It's a very lively tune.
I'm afraid I'm not a licensed poetic.
Theater makes me fidgety.
Theater makes me fidgety.
Theater makes me fidgety.
Theater makes me fidgety.
I hate those things, even when they're dead.
At least it's not coming back.
It's only gross when they're not your own.
What a bear of a badger.
That was close.