Words of the Constant
My, how beautiful!
More like Greatamole!
Poop of the bat.
Boom!
These can be enjoyable, now and then.
The younger among us would enjoy it more than me.
There are few things I love more than milk chocolate.
I'm sure it tastes better than it looks.
It's a little too sweet for my taste.
It sticks in my teeth, but it's well worth it.
There are better confections available, in my professional opinion.
It could use some butter and salt.
Licorice is only for the most refined palates.
The closest thing I've found to an after dinner mint.
I don't think those are fit to eat.
Real raisins! Think of the culinary potential.
I don't need the whole thing, just a couple licks.
I wouldn't want to ruin my dinner.
I'm not convinced I want to drink it.
Oof, smells strong.
I don't think it'll do much.
The fire has caramelized.
I wouldn't drink that, mon ami.
Fear upsets my stomach.
Its wings are so... leathery.
I'm afraid to touch it.
I miss calamari.
How creepy.
I'd rather not eat crow.
Mmm, ham popsicle!
For tenderizing boeuf!
It's a heavy duty tenderizer.
Soft and dense, like a well-baked loaf of bread.
Wet and unpleasant, like an old spinach salad.
Light and airy, like a soufflé.
Stiff and scratchy, like a terrible biscotti.
The thought of anyone eating this wounds me deeply.
When in Rome...
Soothing.
The worse it smells, the better it works?
A heat-repelling glaze.
I like this.
Still cold.
Vanilla ice.
A temperature stone.
Hot!
It's warming up nicely.
Alors, some things in life are not as rosy as they seem.
Ah, la vie en rose.
She's all alone...