Words of the Constant
To snatch insects from the air.
Ah! The sea hath sent its foul veggies!
It is defeated.
I'll turn the sea's dark forces against it!
Ready to take on an epic saga.
That's a wrap.
I want to eat you.
A hearty meal worthy of praise!
Razed to the ground.
For the hunt.
Butter. Might it be good on steak?
It is sort of nice.
Caught!
Muffin, smuffin.
A pretty souvenir.
You and I, we meat feast together.
It shall not rise from these ashes.
A bad omen.
Unnatural metamorphosis!
Begone foul cabbage, I shall feast on the meat within.
It does have admirable armor.
It will return.
Beauty from brawn.
Sword plant meat.
Toasted sword plant meat.
That's just a morsel of fish food.
That fire's nearly dead.
Warm fire, warm Wigfrid.
The fire roars!
Fire's slowly dying.
Warm fire, warm Wigfrid.
And the light flickers out.
Oh sweet songbird, sing me thy tune!
Freedom has been wrenched from thy grasp by mine own.
What plague has besieged this innocent woodland creature?
That we might carry our sweetest plunders!
Turns "walk" to "trot".
Woe to any fool who doth attack my ship!
'Tis sadly not a weapon, but I enjoy it nonetheless.
Be this a weapon of sorts?
It will be built with utmost speed.
Alas, 'tis naught but fool's gold.
It shall be done at once.
How cruel to be tormented by the sight of eggs I cannot eat!
It shall be done at once.
A wooden idol to remind me of this day!
I shall treasure it always.
A good luck charm from the ravens!
A box of mystery.
A box of mystery.