Words of the Constant
Did someone tick you off, Wanda?
Far be it for me to question your methods, Wanda.
Good day, Ms. Wanda.
Time finally caught up to you, did it?
Murderous fiend! I'll show you true power!
Your assistance was quite timely, Wanda.
It stinks more than usual.
I thought I smelled something in the air. What are you peddling today?
Oops.
Dapperness is a state of mind.
Fashion without function.
The alpha!
That takes care of that.
Best to dispose of it, quickly.
Something has taken hold of it!
They're smaller than I remember... going soft on us, Charlie?
Burnt to cinders.
It requires a torch.
The preparations have been made.
Warly seems out of sorts today.
Warly's started some suspicious fires recently.
Greetings, Mr. Warly.
Oh, what a shame.
Eat this!
Thank-you for the assistance, Warly.
This could be useful.
That looks dangerous.
Do you have any idea how much this suit cost?
So I'm to traipse around looking for water, then?
Surely someone else can do these menial tasks?
It's mostly water. Fibrous, sweet water.
This is one way to keep cool. And sticky.
The case is cold on the melon.
Grillermelon.
Entirely too much watermelon.
I could probably plant these.
I'm sure its delicate appearance is just a ruse for us to let our guard down.
I should pluck you like the weed you are.
I was right.
Why would I want these to spread?
Higgsbury, I think a bucket would have sufficed...
When did this get here?
I've found the root of the problem.
What is Wigfrid's motivation?
The next fire you start will be a funeral pyre.
Greetings, Ms. Wigfrid.
Do you desire a heart, Wigfrid?
Bloodthirsty warrior! This ends now!
Wigfrid has excellent command of the spirit realm.
Well... it's no crown.