Words of the Constant
West.
Food for plants, and not much else.
Just right!
I didn't think it could smell any worse...
Hm... too dry.
I can barrel-y stand the smell.
That looks too soggy.
Wormwood offered me a bite, but I respectfully declined.
Stuff for science!
I've always been hungry for knowledge.
Poor little guy.
Charbroiled to perfection.
That's only somewhat more appetizing than when it was raw.
Now there's no reason to worry about getting worms!
I don't like the way it's looking at my boat...
At least my hair will stay dry.
A shell of its former self.
Science help me, I can't decipher this handwriting.
The pot got cooked.
This is going to take a while.
It's almost done!
Mmmmm! It's ready to eat!
It makes me hungry just to look at it.
It's bubbling with possibility!
I think it's still swishing.
High in fructose!
Cooked and high in fructose!
What a big ear you have!
It's a seed.
It's a blacksmith costume.
It's a doll costume.
It's a fool's costume.
It's a King costume.
It's a costume.
Ignore the neigh-sayers.
It's a Queen costume.
It's a tree costume.
It needs some fuel.
What a soothing light.
It needs some fuel.
What an inspirational figure!
It needs some fuel.
I could stare at it forever... and ever...
What a crowning achievement.
They look so cozy.
Yikes! A little too crabby for me.
That castle needs a little decoration.
I knew there was mortar these crabs.
That's claws for alarm!
This is between me and the crab.