Words of the Constant
I am filled with an irresistible urge to do science.
This one's luck has run out.
It's all burnt up.
It's kind of scratchy.
I can't believe it's butter!
Butterfly, flutter by.
Now I have you!
We threw the recipe away and just kind of winged it.
Without these, it's just a butter.
What a bizarre buzzard!
That's what I call a firebird.
I call fowl.
It's becoming a new species!
The meat hides inside the cabbage to avoid predators.
Sharp but delicious.
Deflated, but still spiny.
A pretty flower from a prickly plant.
There are still some spines between me and a tasty meal.
Grilled fruit of the desert.
But I don't have chopsticks.
That fire needs more fuel or it's going to go out.
Sure beats darkness.
That fire is getting out of hand!
The fire's getting a bit low.
Nice and comfy.
Well, that's over.
Some sort of yellow creature made of science.
I'm not squishing you, am I?
It's probably fine.
It's some sort of delicious pocket dimension for sugary treats.
Technically walking is just controlled falling.
This will fit into a cannon perfectly.
What a blast!
This experiment blows up on purpose!
I've got a lot of experience in making things explode.
I think all these shiny decorations reflect well on me.
I have to build it myself? I should have known there'd be a catch.
I could watch it for hours.
I hope this prize is all it's cracked up to be.
I seem to be getting a lot of these...
See? Proof that trying the exact same thing over and over will eventually lead to success!
You don't see this kind of design too often.
The thrill of discovery!
The thrill of discovery!
The thrill of discovery!
It's powered by whimsy.
Only some light work left to do.
Either it's small, or I'm gigantic.
Maybe it's a boxwood?
Is this drink supposed to be crunchy?