Words of the Constant
Like a pie on a proverbial windowsill, it will soon cool.
Nature's fiery fondue pot.
It has no heat left to give.
It has a very peaceful energy.
Did someone sculpt that?
Did someone sculpt that?
What a rude contraption.
What a monstrosity!
A bit too thick to tie up a roast.
This looks like a recipe for disaster.
Rather pretty, non?
Pee-eew!
I feel inspired to try my hand at confections!
Delicious destruction.
Seems unnecessarily fancy.
I could tenderize some meat with this.
Delicious destruction.
Now to add the final ingredients.
Have I not been found worthy?
It's like a spatula for a saddle.
Let's see if I can ride on this.
Adds a little spice to my ride.
Best seat in the house!
Durable.
Too much? Mais non, I think the wings are very tasteful!
I like to spice things up!
Just the thing for preserving ingredients.
Too salty.
This is more than a dash.
Quelle chance! I've found salt!
What beautiful formations!
The sea is capable of amazing things.
Nothing left, I'm afraid.
Merci beacoup for the salt, mon ami!
It makes me look quite distinguished, non?
Very thick sand.
Watch yourself, it's quite sharp.
It's tugging on my mind.
The darkness lurks within.
Those burn quite dramatically.
Would some nice soup make you feel better?
It's coming down with something.
Those could be key to my continued survival.
There is nothing left for me to grasp!
It could use some love.
What is this they're cooking up?
What a tragedy.
Overcooked.
He seems nice.
A kitchen mishap, maybe?