Words of the Constant
Let's get cooking!
I need to sweeten this pot.
I don't think the altar will want that.
Must have mis-spoke.
On the road to nowhere.
Preyed upon.
Something put a damper on that chimney.
Something put a damper on that chimney.
Someone beat the clock. Literally.
That clock's been punched.
No one's here.
Something destroyed this town.
I wonder who they angered.
No longer a-door-able.
Someone hit the roof.
It's a safe. For keeping things safe.
It won't open without the key.
Mm, fresh fish.
Ready for the dinner table.
It's full of salt.
Salt. The tastiest mineral.
Science takes time.
Salt has gathered on the rope.
For harvesting salt from the pond.
It tastes sweet.
We can use it to gather sap from the trees.
I can't get anything else out of that.
Might as well toss it on the fire.
Sow what?
Laboratory tools for surgical butchery.
Flavorful.
It reminds me of those tentacle monsters.
I can't get anymore out of that shrub.
I could grind it up to make a spice.
It's full of delicious, delicious sap.
Where'd the tree go? I'm stumped.
That's how you get ants.
Here sappy, sappy, sap.
Sweet golden sap.
It looks ill.
It's a super hairy pig.
I guess you're in charge around here?
It's sleeping, for now.
It's seen better days.
Some pig's house was ruined.
Adds sweetness to the mixture.
It's red because it's full of science.
Cooking's easy if you understand chemistry.
A handful of odd seeds.
Maybe they'd be willing to trade.