Words of the Constant
What a shame.
How ridiculous.
I suppose I'll have to try to make this creature less homely.
Do I look like a common construction worker? Oh very well...
It appears to have some kind of hypnotic effect on beefalo.
Keep your backside to yourself, madam!
I'll wear it if I have to.
Not the bees!
They wait so patiently.
Maybe I shouldn't have put that there.
I didn't make that one! Really!
I am not getting that on my shoes.
Now what are those bees up to?
I don't see what all the buzz is about.
I miss sealing a good letter.
I'm picking up notes of terror, with a hint of dread.
Back to the dungeons with you!
More bell.
Just what am I looking at here?
How truly unnerving.
It's seen better days.
It makes me a little nostalgic.
Sigh. If I have to.
A little more refined, at least.
Delightfully sweet with a subtle hint of tartness.
They're quite delicious, actually.
It needs manure.
It better not start talking to me.
What has brought this blight upon my world?
Looks a little off, if you ask me.
Reduced to eating berries. Sigh.
And now we wait.
Too hot for that little bush.
It looks to be in need of assistance. Fertilizer, perhaps?
It better not start talking to me.
What has brought this blight upon my world?
Looks a little off, if you ask me.
The berries will stay fresh as long as I leave them there.
I fear I'll have to wait.
I know the feeling.
This seems like a lot of fuss for some mashed berries.
It has a unique spongy texture.
Now that is surely fuel for nightmares.
A nut with legs! How terrifying!
That's a deep sleep.
You'll never get me behind bars again.
What's all the fuss about, feathers?
I feel for ya, feathers.
Maybe he wasn't sleeping.
You'll still be in there when you wake up.