Words of the Constant
It's a red, red tomato.
It's a red, red roasted tomato.
Am I supposed to plant these?
Good day to you, sir.
I tip my hat to you sir.
It's a big, bulbous turnip.
Hardly improves the taste.
Am I supposed to plant these?
This would be more useful as flour.
Am I supposed to plant these?
I've been here too long... it actually looks tasty.
Don't worry, rabbit. Everything is under control.
The rabbit goes in the hat, not on it. Preposterous.
There's a world going on under there.
The entrance has collapsed in on itself.
Cleverness killed the carrot.
Oh, isn't that clever.
I doubt its reliability.
You think I'd trust their ilk to hold my things?
Tell scallywag Simon I've got a hat he'll never escape from!
About all they're good for.
Of course Simon's brute cousin fights his battles for him.
You've embarassed me for the last time, Simon!
Spare me the token gesture. Simon knows what he did.
Out, out rain!
Not the most dapper of hats, but quite necessary.
The rain did not come in time.
I could just look up and learn the same thing.
Roughage.
If only the world had a single neck.
Destroy it!
The jovial sound invades my mind. Keep it off.
Forgive me if I've lost my taste for music.
Silence would be preferable.
Forgive me if I've lost my taste for music.
Silence would be preferable.
Silence would be preferable.
Silence would be preferable.
Forgive me if I've lost my taste for music.
Ugh, no more.
Silence would be preferable.
Forgive me if I've lost my taste for music.
Red brings fire.
Not having a light would certainly be unlucky.
Its aura can be felt from anywhere. Quite useful.
A spot of luck.
I forget what this one does.
Kind of bitter.
It's a red mushroom.
It'll have to come back for it.