Words of the Constant
Just a petite bébé.
What fresh devilment is this?
It makes me hear such sweet whispers...
It's been broken down to its basic ingredients.
It's gobbling up all the energy!
Au revoir.
It looks rather irritated...
New and improved! C'est terrible!
It is the most brilliant one I have ever seen!
At last, it's finished. Or is it...
Mon dieu, a second course!
I will not be skewered by the likes of you!
I'd rather not be fried by that fiery gaze!
Finalement, it's over.
Is there more yet in store for us?
Best to keep far away from those, non?
C'est horrible!
I wear safety.
Now you stay put!
Looks like a recipe for an anchor.
I wonder if it's possible to cook such a stony fruit?
I think... I may have lost my appetite.
Better, but now it's missing that certain je ne sais quoi.
Is there something cooking inside?
Nothing but a stump left.
Not exactly a friendly-looking tree, non?
Nothing but a stump left.
Just a petite bébé.
Ah, perhaps it is not yet in season.
This soil doesn't seem to fit its tastes.
Allons-y! I can't just leave this little tree uprooted!
I wonder what it might grow into?
A structure from antiquity.
It is broken.
Terrible!
It gives off strange vibrations.
These tracks point to fresh game.
Mmmm you'd be delectable in a soup!
I think it's friendly.
Oh no, don't be mad.
Life is good right now.
Madame Antlion was kind enough to share the recipe.
I think I know someone who would want this.
Excusez-moi, sorry to disturb you!
Hm, it seems to be missing a key ingredient.
Tragique.
A masterpiece takes time.
Nearly there...
Ahh, fini!
The ones who lived here had good taste in cookware.