Words of the Constant
I despise working up a sweat...
Without heat, it's hardly different from an ordinary garden hoe.
If I must do physical labor, I can at least do it in relative comfort.
Not quite enough for a rug.
They grow up so fast.
That is one persistent tail.
Try and get me now. Ha!
Not so tough.
I suppose that's why there are no vampires around.
I wonder if it still wards away the undead.
An unreasonably enormous clump of garlic.
Am I supposed to plant these?
It smells much nicer going in than coming back out.
My pets! What has become of you?
Blegh.
This one is occupied.
Don't expect me to reach in there.
Wilson can take it on a picnic.
Somebody taste it first!
I don't trust that infernal jelly.
Pass. I don't do sticky.
The fuel needs a focus.
This one's ready.
The pragmatic approach.
Apologies, Higgsbury. I thought that stench was coming from you.
It can't even die properly.
It communes with us through them.
Not so tough now, are you?
Ugh. Empty.
I think it would be best to keep my distance.
Oh, bygones be bygones and such.
It remembers me!
I hope they found peace.
Talk about a near death experience.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
It appears someone has been toying with the dark arts and crafts.
An elegantly wrapped social obligation.
For wrapping odds and ends...
Entirely too gaudy.
Must you make me chase you?
Pretty brash for something so edible.
Not the castle I had in mind for myself.
Sharp like my wit.