Words of the Constant
Her shop is toast.
The shop is emp-tea.
The perfect formula for relaxing.
Where's the water?
If only I could soak my weary bones.
It's under construction.
It just needed a little love.
It's just an empty shell of a house.
Should I say something, or is it unmentionable?
How chiming.
She shore shells out a lot of these.
She DOES sell sea shells!
I... didn't take good care of it.
I'll take good care of it.
The world seems a little less crazy when I wear it.
Someone must live here.
"Don't play with matches."
It says "You are here".
The sign is currently blank.
Looks delicious!
Bees used to live in this.
Sweet and savory.
Tastes like chicken, but I don't think it is.
It sounds like a beefalo field in there.
It sends a terrible shiver down my spine.
It would behoove me to keep this.
Five alarm!
Just a simple chemical reaction.
I'll just have to wait for it to fill up again.
If only I could soak my weary bones.
Water turns to glass under the moon. That's just science.
You ain't nothing, hound dog!
Creepy.
I think we're safe now.
The smell is not the most pleasant.
Science save us!
I've got no bones to pick with the owner. Really.
It's sharp!
Teeth? Doesn't seem all that hygenic.
This'd stop a dog in its tracks.
Flesh is flesh. Where do I draw the line?
Cooked nice and pink, but still morally gray.
Letting it dry makes it not come from a human, right?
Hutch Danglefish, P.I.
I always wanted one of these.
Maybe he needs some science?
Ice to meet you.
Let's steer clear of that.
It's completely melted.
It's completely melted.