Words of the Constant
A handful of odd seeds.
How in science does it taste so good?
A pile of mechanical parts.
'Ick' is right!
Someone's in a sticky situation.
Oh, that's where I left it.
I tend to keep things bottled up.
It's keeping it... fresh?
Looks empty.
I'll preserve my judgement.
It needs a gem.
Looks ready.
No coming back from that.
It's definitely dead.
Many unhappy returns.
They're promising me... knowledge.
It's occupied.
Drat, empty.
They're promising me... a good smack if I get too close.
These ones have an explosive personality.
This offends me as a scientist.
My scientific brain refuses to perceive it.
This makes me thirsty.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Ah yes. Very science-y.
Is that for me?
That's a wrap!
Room and board all rolled into one.
I'd better follow him.
Time to desert this dessert.
That's science for you.
I'm not really cut out for fighting.
Memories of the time I wasn't skewered.
It's cute, in a gross kind of way.
Snug as a bug.
The petals droop and shimmer in the light.
The petals shimmer in the light.
This goop smells foul.
These would look empirically amazing on a helmet!
Warly sure can cook.
Got your nose!
That's what happens when you nose around!
This is all whale and good.