Words of the Constant
I hope I'm not so transparent.
A flying goop factory.
It's drooling in its sleep.
Flower power forever.
Flower power.
Well, that's rank.
They're sticky.
What a nice change it is to know someone who cooks.
It seems you've lost something, pal.
Shame about your horn, pal.
We've come to an agreement.
Perhaps it could be reasoned with.
Impressive.
It's charged with nutrients.
Not my sort of fashion.
It gets sharper with every cut.
This must be game logic.
I'm not sure this was a good investment.
This shovel is worth a princely sum.
A bit extravagant, don't you think?
This was important to me once.
I could use a pillow filled with these.
Needs manure.
Oops.
What has brought this blight upon my world?
Looks a little off, if you ask me.
Tufty.
Nothing to harvest.
You'd think grass could withstand this heat...
Quite a skittish creature.
It's sickly and frail.
I'm sure its tail grows back.
It's more "pretty" than "dapper".
Someone forgot to add the spirit.
I have to be nice to dead people now?
I have a tendency to overdo it on the gravy.
A crutch for pitiful mortals without godlike powers. What?
Only the nightmare fuel will unlock its true potential.
It's useful for keeping in contact with my... acquaintances.
It is a focusing tool.
I should eat it.
Salty!
Green fungus.
When do those ones come up?
Been there. Done that.
Don't expect me to wade in there for some wretched moon glass.
I suppose it is quite picturesque.
There's a mole in the mix.
Disgusting!
Now THIS I like.