Words of the Constant
I'd better leave that be.
I'd better leave that be.
I'd better leave that be.
Gold's gold as far as I'm concerned.
Ah. How have you been, Lucy?
Where did this appear from?
Repulsive.
It looks wonderfully ominous.
The blasted thing is finally dead.
Some things can be repaired.
Crystals? How very Bohemian.
I don't like the look of this.
I don't think it's from around here.
Some aggressive pruning might be in order.
To work, then.
There's more to be done.
I have a feeling this pest won't be dispatched so easily.
I told you it was no match for my abilities.
A vicious plant.
Perhaps I can use this to my advantage.
It has an odd, yet strangely mouthwatering aroma.
How maddening.
If you're worried about getting stuck inside, don't rummage through my things.
I've no desire to do battle with that thing.
Ugh, I don't want to touch that.
This would be a nice feather in my cap.
Hopefully it catches the wind as well as the eye.
Better him than me.
My ears are still ringing.
There'll be no more crying out of you.
Oh shut UP, will you?
Looks like I got the last meep.
What a disturbing root.
Silly rabbit.
There's nothing to be gleaned from this.
It's strong stuff.
Let me guess, it grows a marble stalk?
Stone cold growth.
I've always wondered who built those.
I've found a shrubbery.
How whimsical.
I should ask it questions.
It is finished.
It's twisted and prickly, just like me!
That was painful.
What a generic little plant.
There it goes.
It's no use to anyone now.
Tree 0, Maxwell 1.
A tree with a foul demeanor.