Words of the Constant
Let's leave this underground.
It never stood a chance.
An eye could never best a master of illusion such as I.
What a well-dressed figure!
How could I not have seen...
This seems cruel.
This is a rather precarious design.
Why bother?
A dreadful lack of accordions.
And I thought chivalry was dead!
Such a fowl-tempered bird.
Who put this ridiculous thing here?
Always keep things close to the chest, right pal?
I'm fairly partial to this one.
What an imbecilic expression.
Must everything be about my shortcomings?
I have no idea what that is.
Ceci n'est pas une pipe. Pity.
It's nice, but where's the rust? The exhaust pipes?
The pieces are in motion!
Bottom feeding lone shark.
I do like this one.
At least the statue doesn't smell as bad as the original.
The most troublesome pair I've ever seen.
Now who's afraid of getting crushed?
It was a culmination of terrible decisions.
I loathe it.
It was a bad dog.
I can still smell it's breath.
Always nice to be reminded of my victories.
Make up your mind! Friend or foe?
Let's leave this underground.
Annoying little monster. Has his uses, though.
Stop looking at me!
What is it waiting for?
Hmph. Dress it up with wires and gears, but I know magic when I see it.
It's a trap!
Say, that chum doesn't look so good.
I was wise to be suspicious.
I don't trust it.
This earthen beast's all fired up.
How delightfully disconcerting.
I'm going to lose it.
How comforting.
That will keep Charlie away for now.
It needs fuel.
Cold and fiery.
That's not coming back.
Someone should attend to that.
A fire pit.