Words of the Constant
Blast it!
My choice has been made. No going back.
I'll bide my time until the next competition.
Once again the seat of power is stolen from me!
Get up, you lazy beast.
Perhaps I should take a step back.
I won't use my good fishing rod in this stagnant pond.
I have more important things to do than that.
Empty. I knew it.
Ugh! Stuck.
I will not fall for that again.
It's unavailable.
Say, pal, why don't you come work for me?
Its allegiance lies elsewhere.
I have no use of such things.
I think I know quite enough.
I have the information I need.
Quit moving!
I've run out.
There's no more water.
For once, magic is not needed.
He even stops the birds from coming and going?
It's bad luck now... for the birds.
I must deal with this first.
There are plenty of birds here already.
For once, nothing is on fire.
There's nothing worth growing here.
Its power can't reach the "moon" from here.
Making invisible trees grow? Now that'd be a trick.
Nobody wants a bedtime story from the bogeyman, is that it?
Tentacles are ill-suited to this place.
I can't just conjure up fish without water.
There's such a thing as too many bees, pal.
There are plenty of birds here already.
I must wait before I summon the birds again.
I could have told you that wouldn't fit.
Clearly this is the wrong dish.
I've already put this on a dish.
I must time this perfectly if I'm to succeed.
This isn't exactly my forte.
Hmph. Physical labor is more suited to underlings.
Curses.
I'm quite adept at waiting. I've had a lot of practice.
Even I won't stoop so low as to steal from these wretches.
Robot junk.
I have more important things to do than that.
Souls are a different thing altogether.
I don't have the magic word.
Perhaps I should take a step back.
I don't think she'd take kindly to that.