Words of the Constant
MaxwellIt's of no use to me like this.
MaxwellIt requires an offering.
MaxwellIt's ready.
MaxwellUseless.
MaxwellAn underling must be able to follow directions.
MaxwellThe training seems to be progressing well.
MaxwellMy Carrat requires some direction.
MaxwellUseless.
MaxwellYou never know what might pop up on the race track.
MaxwellHm. I'm getting a sudden craving for popcorn...
MaxwellIt would be prudent to place this somewhere.
MaxwellUseless.
MaxwellAthletics were never my strong suit.
MaxwellIt's rather amusing to watch it scurry.
MaxwellI should construct this, posthaste.
MaxwellUseless.
MaxwellAn exercise machine... the most dastardly of inventions.
MaxwellYou will thank me for making you stronger.
MaxwellI tire of lugging this around.
MaxwellThese posts will serve as adequate route markers.
MaxwellThe dumb little creatures would be lost without them.
MaxwellI've no use for it anymore.
MaxwellSuch frivolity.
MaxwellI'd almost forgotten the sweet taste of victory.
Maxwell's racer was... superior to mine...
MaxwellEnd of the line, pal.
MaxwellI suppose this is what I must do for entertainment now.
MaxwellMight as well start things off with a bang. Or a gong.
MaxwellIt's worthless now.
MaxwellA disappointing performance.
MaxwellExcellent. You've done well.
MaxwellI will only accept the finest Carrat.
MaxwellIt seems some assembly is required.
MaxwellI will reap what I sow.
MaxwellThis should yield a higher quality crop.
MaxwellSuch exquisite craftsmanship. Into the water it goes.
MaxwellCan't someone else assemble it?
MaxwellMove along. Show's over.
MaxwellCharcoal? How imaginative.
MaxwellGreat.
MaxwellMust I?
MaxwellThat's the place for the person in charge. Me.
MaxwellHard labor? Isn't that Winona's forte?
MaxwellAmusing, perhaps. Still the thought of sitting...
MaxwellDecent helmet, even with the horseface.
MaxwellI was never that into horses.
MaxwellNothing is free in this world.
MaxwellWell?
MaxwellBut I still have to use my own legs?
MaxwellI suppose that's the stabbing end.