Words of the Constant
A being of living fuel.
Some things can never be forgiven.
Now I suppose I'll have to go out and fetch what was stolen from me.
The fewer statues the better, I say.
Thank goodness, I thought it was another wretched statue of me.
Not my best work.
This place is really going to seed.
It seems silly now...
Hm. Stately.
Her tragedy does not define her.
She's still in there somewhere. I know it.
Needs something. Perhaps some long-stemmed roses...
Someone should use this to clean something.
Why yes, you may call me the "Captain".
Hard labor? Isn't that Winona's forte?
It's dripping with venom.
I'm appalled by the idea of sitting for some reason.
Good. You sit. Forever.
Someone should really set this table.
Who set this table? It's all wrong.
People have become so reliant on technology. Rather pathetic.
Only the laziest person would think up this infernal device.
A hat fit for a peasant.
A meal fit for a king... or at least someone with a throne.
Something to fill the void in my stomach.
It didn't put up much of a fight.
They're all shrivelled up.
Doesn't look that succulent to me.
You're hard to kill. I respect that.
How whimsical.
How annoying. It's locked.
Not the most refined design, but it's functional.
It's buckling under the weight.
It couldn't withstand the pressure.
It will hold, for now.
It's buckling under the weight.
Surprise, surprise.
Hope it's as strong as it looks.
There is work to be done. For someone else.
There is work to be done. For someone else.
A very balanced meal, I suppose.
It's no three-piece, but it's dapper enough.
How very... rustic.
I can't even remember the last time I had a decent cup of tea.
Such power!
Humbug.
Must we go through this production for a little food?
I suppose I'll have to share.
The wrong place for this.
Can I really even call it a "box"?