Words of the Constant
To what end?
But it's already as smooth as a baby's rear end.
Let someone else do it.
It has escaped my clutches.
There's an inconsiderate wretch taking up that space.
This race seems to be decidedly lacking in racers.
It wouldn't fit.
Worry not, pal. I've the patience of a saint.
That can't go in there.
Robot junk
I have more important things to do than that.
Souls are a different thing altogether.
I don't have the magic word.
There's a lesson to be learned about tampering with secret knowledge.
I am far too advanced for this.
I'll extract its secrets once I find some suitable lighting.
It's nothing but scribbles.
I seem to be in the wrong place to use this.
This one's already been claimed.
One smelly beast following me around is more than enough.
I think not.
There's no fixing it.
Someone's rubbish.
I'll not be done in by an overgrown Krampus.
It appears there's another key around here.
Blast! Wrong key.
I don't know what to wrap.
I'm unable to do that right now.
I can wait... it's the courteous thing to do.
There must be a competition going on elsewhere...
Where is that incompetent judge?
Where did he wander off to now?
How rude!
An old pattern. I've no use for it.
That didn't work.
I need to pass the time somehow.
Ah. The satisfaction of a job well done.
What now?
I of all people should be able to do this.
My world is crumbling!
I am attacked by my own world!
An earthquake!
May this tribute sate the beast.
Does this entertain you, beast?
What a chore.
This knowledge... it was hidden even from me.
It doesn't respond to shadow magic. Perhaps another power source...
A waste of my time. This knowledge is already mine.
Dark magics are returning.
Here we go again.