Words of the Constant
Howl I ever find a use for this?
Stick your tongue in. You're getting slobber on my pantlegs.
Better him in that bowl than me.
His spirit is free now.
Baby glaciers.
Ice, ice, maybe.
It's melted.
It's melted.
A little piece of winter in a box.
Sundae, sundae, sundae!
Strap some ice on your head.
I had a lot of surplus gems!
Its contents are hibernating.
Cool staff.
Want to see a cool trick? I just need a volunteer...
I'll show you a chilling display of magic.
Chilling.
I can see its true nature now!
It only half-exists on this plane.
How long has that old fool been hiding his trash here?!
I still look dapper, right? As if I need to check.
Disgusting.
I nearly got my suit caught on those thorns!
It's soiled my good gloves.
I think there's seventeen in there.
Have I really been reduced to sifting through the trash?
What's that? Worth the hassle?
One false move could send the whole pile tumbling down.
We couldn't even spare a little salt?
Cooked to perfection.
Can I eat something that's not slimy for once?
You really expect me to wear this?
This was not an improvement.
Sadly, I've eaten worse out here.
What is that bee so angry about?
I've caught a tiger by the tail.
Whatever will we do without it.
Those creatures are so feeble of mind they can't tell a real bird from a wooden one.
Surely someone else can set it up.
A pity.
At least it should keep them occupied.
Physical labor is what underlings are for.
No place to hide anymore.
A house for kitcoons? Can the pitiful little things not climb trees yet?
They are not here, they are out hiding.
We are nearly out of time to find all of the rascals.
I don't see why I need to build them a house. They need to learn to climb trees like adults.
What a pathetic little creature. It will likely grow up to pick my pockets.
What a pathetic little creature. Those ears are ridiculous.
What a pathetic little creature. It's encumbered by excess fur.