Words of the Constant
Well, I suppose a bit of destruction might be relaxing.
I suppose I'm expected to set this up myself?
It requires payment.
Another mindless diversion.
What are they hiding down there...
I'm certain it's rigged.
I suppose I'm expected to set this up myself?
It requires payment.
A meaningless victory.
How novel.
We're being overrun.
Fine. I'll play your silly little games.
Just look at him, strutting around like he owns the place.
It's about as festive as I like it. Which is not at all.
The birds seem to enjoy it. Some creatures just lack any taste.
I think that's about as much clutter as one could possibly throw on a tree.
It's so... ugh... whimsical.
I somehow doubt they'd have anything I want.
Must I do everything around here?
A prize ticket. How exciting.
Oh good. Now I can get some useless trinket from the Prize Booth.
I don't know why I'm dedicating so much time to this.
About as pleasant as you'd expect.
Far too jaunty for my taste.
At least it will give me some respite from this wretched heat.
It affords some protection from the sun's burning rays.
Fancy... for a laborer's tool.
Too bad.
I never cared for woodworking. The sawdust gets everywhere.
Disgusting.
That carrot is revolting!
You thought you could fool me?
I'm sure it is diseased.
Starting to feel left out?
I'm not a fan of vegetables.
A little more refined, at least.
A ludicrously oversized carrot.
How mundane.
Such labor is beneath me.
Such directionless destruction.
Useless.
Mapmaking is a soothing pastime. Methodical.
Catty vermin.
Well, I guess that's that.
Vermin housing.
Dead head.
The classic game of catcoon and mechanical mouse.
Well it's not going to move itself.
We must deal with the others first.
Ashes in one's mouth.