Words of the Constant
En glace.
Freshly made.
Mon dieu, I can think of much better uses for a potato.
It definitely has a kick to it.
That seems to be a key ingredient for whatever he's working on.
There is nothing inside!
What will we be cooking up with this, I wonder?
It is free-range.
You know how to get me home to maman?
Nearly there, mon ami!
The ingredients are all together.
Something tells me this is part of a bigger recipe...
Come on mon ami, let's get you back where you belong!
Hm? Where would you like to go, mon ami?
I'll have you home tout de suite!
Oui, I'll take you back where you belong.
It needs just a bit more time in the oven.
There's something inside that wants out.
There's something inside that wants out.
There's something inside that wants out.
Of course I can take you home.
Patience mon ami, you'll be home soon.
It would add a lovely pop of color... perhaps to a pasta dish.
Hm. It has quite the... interesting aroma.
Some kind of platter for the ground?
Only a few more ingredients left.
Ah, some kind of light fixture perhaps?
It's giving me goosebumps.
It looks like it goes down forever.
I wonder why she's so determined to stay here.
It's on fire!
Quel dommage.
Nothing but a stump left.
What a strange looking tree.
How lovely!
A fine ingredient!
I wish you were a bit less moose-y and a lot more goose-y!
I think I'll leave this egg quite alone!
Imagine how many omelettes I could make with one of those eggs.
I'm quite proud of how it turned out.
We disagree on where my blood is best used.
I do not care to be this close to it! Vile!
So fresh, they are still squirming.
For a bountiful harvest.
Thankfully, it's not for me.
In case of uninvited pests.
Ugh! It can only be filled with one thing.
Looking for your momma? Apologies, but I hope you do not find her.
What have I become?
I cannot help wondering what might be down there.