Words of the Constant
Ah, nice and dry!
I feel très formidable!
Fresh and awake!
Now we're cooking!
oOooOooo!!
The honeymakers are upon me!
Mon dieu! She is sinking!
I don't want to be brined!
Ouch! Damnable thing!
I feel bold as a sharp cheddar!
Charred...
Over here, my mignon filet!
I believe I could repair that.
Ah non, I'm missing some ingredients!
If I had a station with the right tools I could cook that right up...
I don't know the recipe for that one yet.
I should build this within the judge's view, non?
What is this? It keeps returning to me!
Mon dieu! Has it fallen into a food coma?
My carrat is frozen!
You must move faster!
Non, mon ami! You're going the wrong way!
The other way, mon ami!
Ready? Go!
This place is crumbling like a dry cookie!
C'est bon.
What the devil!
Gah! I do believe something bit me!
I'm... getting freezer burn...
Oh. I believe it broke.
Ah, what lovely dreams I had!
I am lacking the required ingredients.
I've been lightly spritzed.
I do not like that sound one bit!
I'm going to the kitchen in the sky.
Erm... I think I'm more of a food lover than a fighter after all.
Oh well, I prefer natural gas over electric anyway.
Is it getting a bit soggy in here?
Ah... I've gone from tough to tender.
Oh dear, I seem to be getting a bit tired after all...
Ah non, I think I'm losing steam.
I hope that helps.
The dinner hour approaches.
Not very palatable.
A bit dry.
Magnifique!
Clearly inedible.
Aarg! My stomach...
Delectable!
Blech. Completely lacking in every way.