Words of the Constant
Rain, rain, go away. Be wet again another day.
Drying things is not an exact science.
These really are drying times.
Strangely filling, for a salad.
Just jerky enough.
It will let everything know I'm here. Everything.
Smells fishy!
It won't fit me. It's a merm helmet.
It won't fit me. It's a merm helmet.
That smell is the worst.
A merm has died.
Dead merm waking!
I feel very guarded around these guys...
The next phase of merm evolution.
Just a shadow of their former self.
Finally, I can show my face in public.
Burnt merm flesh somehow smells even worse.
The stinkiest thing I'll smell all day.
Nothing to live in, now.
Who would live here?
Ugh, the smell!
It's actually kind of cute.
Your Majesty!
There was something fishy about that throne anyway.
Looks fit for a swamp king!
I suppose we'll never know what it was for now.
Just what is she planning?
A royal guard with no Royal to guard.
They seem happy to have found a king.
It says "Mermfolk Ownlee."
It says "Mermfolk Ownlee."
The next phase of merm evolution.
They operate on a first-come, first-sovereigned basis.
Just a shadow of their former self.
It does so much, badly.
I don't think I'll find anything scientific in there.
I don't think I'll find anything scientific in there.
This tool looks a little fishy.
I wonder if it's for me!
It's full of nothing.
It won't pull any muscles now.
I think I pulled a muscle just looking at it...
...Ew.
A hands-free way to brighten your day.
How illuminating!
Somehow the breeze comes out the back twice as fast.
I can light it to let everyone know I'm here.
I could draw better than that!
We should draw something on there.
It's not much use like this. We should place it.