Words of the Constant
Maybe I should listen to Walter more often.
It doesn't suit me.
You're no fun at all, Wanda!
Is this world to end in fire, Wanda?
How do you do, Wanda?
Have you and Abigail become aquainted yet?
You prolong your own life while robbing others of theirs? No more.
Couldn't you have brought Abigail back instead?
Looks unusual. Maybe it's dying.
I wonder how long he's been here.
Soon it will be nothing but ashes.
Now it doesn't remind me of anything.
It reminds me of a story I used to read with Abigail.
A true bastion of evil.
It is at peace now.
All that remains is a corpse.
You would return to this life?
A beast of gnashing teeth and fury.
Dust to dust.
We must light a fire to honor the hound.
The hounds are baying.
What if he was just fattening us up, all along?
Abby and I know what you've been doing.
How do you do, Warly?
I'll mourn you, Warly.
Your treachery ends here, Warly.
Sometimes he shows he cares without cooking.
Even seemingly gentle creatures have a dark side.
They hide in their fortress of hate.
At any moment it could pop and spill its guts.
Dry as a bone...
I could water the ground well enough with my tears.
It's mostly water. What's the big deal?
It makes the wearer's head sticky. Yuck.
The melon is in stasis.
Now it's warm water.
One could drown in so much watermelon...
It's a plant that's waiting to be.
How pretty.
I could cut it down now, before it grows...
Nature rejects me...
Even if I plant it, the fickle thing may turn against me.
The fish is paying for its transgressions.
I'd be filled with awe if my heart still felt such things.
Perhaps my boat will be dashed upon it.
Wigfrid... she's bloodthirsty.
Do the Norse have a god of fire, Wigfrid?
How do you do, Wigfrid?
Come back, Wigfrid... Take my heart...
It'll all be over soon, Wigfrid.