Words of the Constant
Definitely not my style.
Leafy goodness.
It's so dark down here.
Just great.
I like that flower.
It got what it deserved.
A meal fit for a peasant.
They're all shrivelled up.
Ready for the scrimmage.
Nothing but a common weed.
They're all shrivelled up.
These garments are absolutely wasted on such base creatures.
Perhaps it is best left in pieces.
Was it wise to unleash this upon the world?
It will be the laughingstock of the demon community.
The beginnings of some demonic beast.
Deserves to be eaten with fine silverware. Sadly, I've just my hands.
As long as it tends to the garden I'll leave it be.
It croaked.
It jumps and licks things.
It looks tired.
At the end of the day, it's still frog.
Has a bit of a kick to it.
Muscular.
Stringy.
This recipe has legs.
There are better beverages to make.
They aren't very sociable.
I bet it's delicious.
Sleep is only a temporary escape.
Begone, pest!
So this is all it takes to lead.
This would be great with a simple cheese plate.
It won't hold together much longer.
I despise working up a sweat...
Without heat, it's hardly different from an ordinary axe.
If I must do physical labor, I can at least do it in relative comfort.
It won't hold together much longer.
I despise working up a sweat...
Without heat, it's hardly different from an ordinary hammer.
If I must do physical labor, I can at least do it in relative comfort.
It won't hold together much longer.
I despise working up a sweat...
Without heat, it's hardly different from an ordinary pickaxe.
If I must do physical labor, I can at least do it in relative comfort.
It won't hold together much longer.
I despise working up a sweat...
Without heat, it's hardly different from an ordinary shovel.
If I must do physical labor, I can at least do it in relative comfort.
It won't hold together much longer.