Words of the Constant
Ugh, it's so hot.
Someone should mine it now.
What's that rock doing up there?
These things take forever.
Do I have to dig in the dirt? With my hands?
It seems to have struck a chord.
These must have been heated to an incredible temperature.
Is that a crack about my age?
I'm not listening.
I'm not touching that without several pairs of gloves.
Don't look at me like that.
Perhaps I'll invite the librarian for a nice mandrake tea.
Charlie was the only one who ever kept me in check.
Charlie was the only one who ever kept me in check.
The product of a very immature magician, perhaps.
A metaphor, perhaps.
Admittedly, it's difficult to maintain balance when you're on top.
A complete and utter fraud...
Eliminates the use of the phrase "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
I know when I've been beaten.
The monster child gets tangled in this frequently.
I was looking for that.
It's been beheaded.
The strongman's wardrobe is brimming with them, judging from the odor.
This was important to one very specific person once.
Finally. My suits were getting wrinkles. Wrinkles!
It is still beholden to the king.
It is still beholden to the king.
A tangled mess. Like life.
Not a pawn, but still a minion.
Not a pawn, but still a minion.
Amateur magic for children.
The opposite of dapper.
I'm done tampering with magical oddities, thank-you.
I'm not in the habit of imbibing strange liquids.
Permanently bared.
I told you people, I am *not* a vampire!
You are all ants in my eyes already.
What a tacky glove.
Don't look at me like that.
One hundred percent to scale.
I've no idea what that is.
It looks cheap.
What use would I have of such a thing?
Rosebud.
At least it's not ragtime.
Some harebrained invention of the scientist's, perhaps?
A toy for a child's mind.
I might hide those in the robot's bedroll if I get bored.
Not something a grown man should be caught playing with.