Words of the Constant
Ah! Someone has left a page here.
One werepig's pauldron is another man's chapeau, non?
It provides a lovely view!
Ready for the chisel.
Overcooked.
Just need some stone to get cooking.
Someone's a very talented artist.
Some old, worn stone.
It looks much better.
I think... it's stirring!
It looks incomplete.
I think it was part of a statue.
What an odd shape for a rock.
Well, it's fixed now.
I think... it's stirring!
It's looking for its missing piece.
Looks like it came off a sculpture somewhere.
Parts of it look like they were sculpted.
That looks nice.
I think... it's stirring!
Where is your nose?
That doesn't look like a natural rock.
It's all gone up in smoke.
All the knowledge of a seasoned seafarer!
Incredible! Just like Nana used to make!
A big lumpy rock.
This reminds me of my little oven back home.
Something is cooking.
A little organization never hurts.
You may grow up to be delicious one day.
Could use smoked paprika...
It's watching over us.
Not exactly my specialty.
Ah, I almost feel bad for it now.
I feel as though it's staring at me.
Winona is really very resourceful.
They keep getting odder...
Oh, how odd.
That beef heart is almost certainly past its prime.
The ground is crumbling!
That will not fit in any pot.
It has gone belly up.
Impressive jaws.
I don't want to end up in its clutches.
Oh my, it looks hungry... and I'm probably delicious!
It smiles, but is it happy?
It is one bad customer.
My fears have taken flight!
I've never seen a cleaver like that before.
Ring the bell for seconds!