Words of the Constant
No. I do NOT sing.
My acts were always a bit more improvisational.
No. I do NOT sing.
My acts were always a bit more improvisational.
No. I do NOT sing.
No. I do NOT sing.
No. I do NOT sing.
No. I do NOT sing.
I'm not eating that.
I'm still not eating that.
Hirsute.
Take whatever you want.
That's one problem solved.
Ugh. I can't just leave that lying around.
The "moon's" influence is growing...
Portable indeed. Wilson can carry it.
See my vest.
This would make a nice rug.
I'd say luck is in rather short supply around here.
At least they're good for something.
I don't like sleeping rough.
They work so hard, the fools.
Now what do I do with it?
Honey roasted.
So tempting, but so full of bees.
It holds the bees.
Why do the bees not serve me?
So tempting, but so full of bees.
I should wait a bit longer.
Honey roasted.
I've done enough, the old woman can brave the bees herself.
I think she made this herself.
Why do the bees not serve me?
I've done enough, the old woman can brave the bees herself.
I should wait a bit longer.
They smell even worse when they're dead.
How dare you die on me!
I like a creature that knows its place.
Aw nuts, it's following me.
Just look at that stupid beast.
I suppose I'm saddled with this creature now.
Now it looks dumb AND pathetic.
Yes, you understand how this works.
I suppose some people might find that charming.
I'd only ride you if I was desperate.
It's only marginally less stupid when it's asleep.
I suppose I'd better keep the stupid beast fed.
How unfashionable.
Best to keep the beast placated for now.
It smells like a barn.