Words of the Constant
I should patch that up before we sink.
It's working!! Er, I knew it would work, of course.
I'm always drawn to physics, like a... ah, can't think of the word.
Magnetism!
This will attract any strong magnets nearby.
One of my more genius ideas, if I do say so myself.
Things are going in the right direction. Or maybe the left.
I think I'll take it out for a spin.
If only it didn't also smell like a beefalo.
It's soggier than I would like.
At least it smells nicer than the beefalo pillow.
Who would sleep on this?
Botany and chemistry, working together.
Our friend seems to be getting more in touch with his lunar roots.
Bits of bone.
No bones about it, Warly can cook.
A stew to put some meat on your bones.
I think the library's closed.
Why study when I can experiment?
I don't get all the buzz around this one.
No point studying when I can just wing it.
The beginning was dull, but got better near the end.
I can't make out the text.
I don't feel a burning need to read it.
It didn't really hook me.
This'll keep those monsters held for a little while.
I see no farm in reading that.
I see no farm in reading that.
It's about as exciting as watching grass grow.
Whoever wrote this must've been pretty bright.
Brilliant!
All this interest in the moon is probably just a phase.
That doesn't sound very scientific.
Wickerbottom likes to do everything by the book.
I'll stick to my own experiments.
Strange, it's just 500 pages of telegraph codes.
My thoughts on it are only lukewarm.
Someone'll get suckered into reading this.
I'm not scared of spiders! I'm not!
Aerodynamical!
Somewhere out there, a pirate is missing their bootie.
It's broken, but I think I could repair it.
If I get it hot enough, I could melt the pieces back together.
I bet the beefalo really like this.
For catching bugs.
Welp. It's kelp.
I just couldn't kelp myself.
I can plant it in deep water.
Our supplies are in there!
Wrapping things up should make them easier to carry.