Words of the Constant
What forbidden fishing knowledge do you hold?
I suppose I could use a relaxing day of fishing.
It's almost entirely sugar.
These were a failed experiment.
Tallbirds are territorial because of these things.
It tastes like broken dreams.
It's getting tepid.
We've got a live one here.
Hot enough for ya?
It's going to be a while.
Any moment now...
Well. That's tempting.
It's made of dirty beefalo hair.
It's been a while since I've had a good Scotch egg.
They've got a bit of kick to them.
It's less cute now that it's grown up.
They sure do eat a lot.
It's much easier to deal with like this.
A hungry beast is a dangerous beast.
The fuel needs more focal points.
That should do the trick.
It's alive!
My beautiful machine is in pieces!
Now to turn it on.
It is still incomplete.
This is a box full of sadness and woe.
This is used to agitate the humors.
The gears in here are so small they turn the fabric of reality.
This is the quantum field guard band.
Magic can do amazing things, when funneled through the right channels.
That's a bit burned for my taste.
That's a bit rustic for my taste.
I'm glad the rest of it is still down there.
Ugh. This is so revolting.
This is how they reproduce.
This one is odd.
How deep does this go?
Babies?
Ugh! How can it live down there?
I'd bet it was that insufferable imp who brought it here.
The fuel has taken hold.
Just what manner of magic is this?!
My, this is some strange magic, even for me.
Let it stay banished.
Its power is coalescing.
That seemed unnecessary.
It's just my style.
How... unusual.
An exceedingly rare but useful material.
I'm glad I'm not an insect.