Words of the Constant
What horrors shall be summoned from the depths?
As if spiders are what you should be worried about here.
Beats getting your hands dirty.
Best not to think about where it's been.
It's of no use to me like this.
Some heat should restore it.
It's like showing affection, without actually touching it.
Good for capturing defenseless insects.
Disgusting. I'll have someone else pick it.
We already took the food parts.
For keeping the peasantry in line.
Nice and snug.
I guess we could wrap a few things up.
It reminds me of my old act.
Good until the last hop.
Utterly destroyed.
There's room in there for me.
Some puns are irresistible.
It's a flying flower.
It would be a shame if someone ripped the wings off of it.
That should stop its incessant flapping.
Ha ha ha. I got him!
Carrion connoisseur.
Good riddance.
Yuck.
Absolutely grotesque.
Meat rolled in cabbage. How exciting.
Puffer plant.
Cactus? More like flat-tus!
This part of the cactus is always nice.
It would be unwise to put that in my mouth.
Cactus comestible.
I don't think I truly appreciated those sunny shores.
I'm going to lose it.
How comforting.
That will keep Charlie away for now.
It needs fuel.
Fiery.
That's not coming back.
How do these things keep getting into my world?
Bait.
You look atrocious.
That's our sugar-sack.
It has pictures of fast things carved into it.
That looks heavy. Someone should load it into the cannon.
That's more than enough cheer for one day.
This place is turning into a circus.
Must I do everything around here?
Oh good. Wouldn't want anyone thinking we've got taste around here, would we?
There's no end to the work around here, it seems.