Words of the Constant
Exotic and delicious.
A little more refined, at least.
Utterly enormous.
Such labor is beneath me.
Quite formidable looking.
Simply exquisite.
The back end of a terrible beast.
Fiery.
Petrified nightmares.
Darkness is never far from my mind.
It comes from the depths below.
Oh good. More wood.
It seems to be burning.
It's in utter ruin.
We've chopped it up already.
It appears to be a piece of drifted wood.
It tastes strangely like berries.
Still tastes like berries.
Bananas that don't grow in caves? Preposterous.
Do I look like a gardener?
I could find a much better place for it.
Do I look like a gardener?
Do I look like a gardener?
I still don't trust it.
I can't believe I'm reduced to this.
What would be the most devilish place to put it?
I have no interest in such things.
It has all the grace and subtlety I'd expect from the strongman.
It's not that impressive.
It's not that impressive.
You won't catch me lugging it around.
It's not that impressive.
It has all the grace and subtlety I'd expect from the strongman.
It's an acquired taste.
A little more refined, at least.
Far more than I'd like to have, quite honestly.
Such labor is beneath me.
I'll pass.
Hmph. Just stay away from my suit, pal.
So this is the source of the Thulecite... I must say, I'm underwhelmed.
They are at least warm.
It slithers all the way down.
Still rather grotesque.
Just another boring plant.
A little more refined, at least.
An absurdly large eggplant.
Such labor is beneath me.
Don't think I'm fooled by its innocent appearance.
Neat trick.
That was uncalled for.