Words of the Constant
MaxwellGood. Let her ferry our supplies around.
MaxwellIt's useless out here without power.
MaxwellI'm going to pretend I don't see it.
MaxwellOh. What a pity.
MaxwellNot bad, for a parlour trick.
MaxwellIt's useless out here without power.
MaxwellHow disappointingly rustic.
MaxwellWho cares?
MaxwellNot the most useful invention, is it?
MaxwellI prefer my fuel more nightmarish.
MaxwellI do wish it would hurry up.
MaxwellWhat's it cooking up now?
MaxwellFinally!
MaxwellSomething about it... ah, I'm sure it's nothing.
MaxwellStop looking at me, cookie fiend.
MaxwellWe're celebrating freezing to death, I see.
MaxwellI don't even use a cane.
MaxwellIt is unbound from time.
MaxwellHow, err... traditional.
MaxwellIt's extremely rich.
MaxwellGlorified apple juice.
MaxwellSuch a decadent beverage.
MaxwellMy... favorite... she remembered.
MaxwellGaudy, like the rest of this shindig.
MaxwellWhat a thing to risk one's life for.
MaxwellA volatile decoration.
MaxwellThere's something familiar about this...
MaxwellHow frivolous.
MaxwellThat old crab does have some skill.
MaxwellIt's a Winter's Feast miracle.
MaxwellThat's that, it seems.
MaxwellHow wretchedly jolly.
MaxwellHave we nothing better to do with our time?
MaxwellThat's that, it seems.
MaxwellHow repulsively festive.
MaxwellWhat manner of creature lives in there?
MaxwellThey didn't look like that when I was in charge.
MaxwellI'd prefer it without the sharp, pinching claws.
MaxwellExcellent.
MaxwellI forgot my bib.
MaxwellI'd rather not get hair all over my suit.
MaxwellI'd rather not get hair all over my suit.
MaxwellShe slobbers...
MaxwellShe slobbers...
MaxwellI thought I saw Wilson munching on one.
MaxwellThe strongman Wolfgang seems a little unhinged.
MaxwellDid you intend to burn that, Wolfgang?
MaxwellGood day to you, Mr. Wolfgang.
MaxwellLet's find a heart. I'll prepare my incantations.
MaxwellMurderous fiend! Behold my power!