Words of the Constant
It looks like someone's been getting crafty.
I hope these don't hatch. Period.
It has a tangy, antiseptic smell.
I hope I got all of the spider goo out of it.
It's encrusted with old webbing.
It's encrusted with old webbing.
AHHHHHHHH! That spider is huge!
Much better.
Eww! I feel sick.
This is not good.
Note to self: Don't look up.
Oh wonderful. Now the spiders can heal themselves.
If I see any spiders around I'll be sure to give it to them. Maybe.
Gah! More spiders!
Is it really dead?
Oh good. The moon mutated it.
Thank science, it stopped moving.
If only science could make it work for me.
I hate spiders!
Good riddance!
Looks even meaner than usual.
I should keep my distance.
Why in the name of science do they get to float?
I don't want to call any spiders over to me!
I'm not terribly curious about the smell.
It's a furry ball of rotten food.
Hasn't a care in the world.
I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
I'll keep as mushroom between me and those spores as I can.
That's a sight for spore eyes.
I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
It's just drifting around.
I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
I have an inkling they'll come in handy.
Brr! Chilling.
That seems really dangerous.
Plant power!
Spinning doom.
Just keep your hand to yourself, alright?
Something's odd here, but I can't put my finger on it.
Something's odd here, but I can't put my finger on it.
Just keep your hand to yourself, alright?
Looks like a rock to me.
Rocks, rocks, rocks, rocks...
The skeleton fused with the shadows!
Why'd it have to be so big?
Anklebiters!
We've agreed to let bygones be bygones.
It's nice to have some direction in life.
I broke it. For science.