Words of the Constant
Ah-CHOO!
Keep off, evil sun!
Ancient household goods.
It won't be doing much science now.
It breaks down objects into their scientific components.
The extra science didn't keep it alive.
It's even more science-y than the last one!
Whatever it was, it's burnt now.
What have I created?
Fire doesn't really solve naming issues...
Who would name something that?
I like the dust! It feels scholarly!
Not much use anymore.
What a handsome devil!
It's always a good idea to touch base.
The beating of this hideous heart will bring a ghost back to life!
He's got a nose for this kind of work.
I see a big juicy drumstick with my name on it.
Does that mean winter is gone?
He likes my pocket.
Life in the frozen wastes.
It's so soft.
This requires a suspicious amount of welding for a sewing project.
They're trapped!
It wouldn't fit in my pocket.
We could make stuff with these.
It has terrifying claws.
Its fruit growing days are over.
It's burning!
It looks pretty sick.
Err, something's not right.
It's a bush... from the moon!
It'll take awhile to grow more fruit.
It's pretty hot out.
I'd shatter my teeth on that.
Uncooked stone fruit is the pits.
It's actually soft enough to eat now.
It's growing.
Ice to meet you.
Won't be useful until it freezes again.
Won't be useful until it freezes again.
A crusted over lava pit.
The lava's crusting over.
Nice and comfy.
Looks fragile.
That rock came from the moon.
It looks scared stiff.
It looks scared stiff.
Storm the castle!
Terrifying!