Words of the Constant
Not enough? Where does it end?
It has a good beat, and you can dance to it.
It's a pungent onion.
Take that, onion.
An unnecessarily large onion.
Am I supposed to plant these?
A sizable magic gem.
The charge has made it incredibly powerful.
Simple magic is often the best.
This will be quite powerful with some fuel.
I have a feeling of being watched, even from a considerable distance away.
It's a focusing tool.
Keep a distance, you crooked creature!
Nothing. Am I supposed to be sad for the smelly brigand?
Oh, goody.
I loathe swimming.
I'm beginning to forget what real palm trees looked like.
A runt of a tree.
It fell from the tree. Perhaps I'll make use of it.
One day it might grow into something useful.
It's a trap.
Fruitcake's more agreeable cousin.
I'm going to sing a song of madness.
A blank canvas.
It has a certain elegance to it.
I should like to avoid a pinch from that, I think.
Nice tux.
Good riddance.
Yuck.
Absolutely grotesque.
Looks like the spicy kind.
Pops right into my mouth!
Slightly more exciting than the usual vegetable.
It looks horribly spicy.
Am I supposed to plant these?
It is addicted to fermented berries.
Now I'll have no problem keeping my cool.
It's no use to anyone now.
Something else seems to be required.
It seems my fortune's changing.
They look superb.
I've a habit of destroying beautiful things, don't I?
They're all shrivelled up.
It's dripping with nightmare essence.
They're all shrivelled up.
I think it looks much better this way.
I need to put on gloves for this.
That accursed thing!
Everybody loves a little mining.
It works surprisingly well.