Words of the Constant
Wolfgang tethers lost spirits to this world.
Ah yes. What could be more motivating than the shriek of a whistle?
That ape is a menace.
Who allowed the ape to play with fire?!
What are you looking at, ape?
What a shame.
It's high time I put that creature down.
At least the ape appears to be well trained.
Too rugged for my tastes.
Woodie is going against the grain...
Ha! What a delightful curse.
Yew don't look so wood.
Is it wise to start fires, given your predilections?
Greetings, Mr. Woodie.
That blockhead could use a heart.
Not the most dignified form you've taken.
It seems you've run a-fowl of something, pal.
Wonderful. A screw-loose moose.
I'll leave you to you moose-ings while I seek out a heart.
Fiend! Time to make like a tree...!
Woodie seems very in touch with the spirits of the forest.
Better that way.
I'm appalled by the idea of sitting for some reason.
Good. You sit. Forever.
It didn't go with the decor anyway.
Someone should really set this table.
Someone should really set this table.
Something stirs.
You aren't fooling me, plant.
I didn't make that one! Honest!
It's worse knowing what the other part looks like.
I assure you that it smells worse than it looks.
It looks ill.
What a neat trick.
This one isn't very good.
You aren't fooling me, plant.
It's time you make like a tree and leaf.
Wormwood has been starting fires, now hasn't he?
Greetings, Mr. Wormwood.
What a shame. Now I'll never know what that gem does.
Don't worry, Wormwood. I'll make it a clear cut.
I suppose he has his uses.
Disgusting.
That carrot is revolting!
You thought you could fool me?
I'm sure it is diseased.
They aren't very sociable.
I bet it's delicious.
Sleep is only a temporary escape.
Finally, a mutation that's actually useful.