Words of the Constant
How do you do, Willow?
Say hi to Abigail while I get you a heart, Willow.
You've made a terrible error, Willow.
Abigail likes you, Willow. Do you like her?
Wilson P. Higgsbury is unstable.
Douse your fires, Wilson P. Higgsbury.
How do you do, Wilson P. Higgsbury?
That was a bad experiment, Wilson P. Higgsbury...
You've gone mad, scientist.
Abigail likes you, Wilson P. Higgsbury.
I doubt I'll find anything of interest.
This is what I have to show for my efforts.
It's pulling something from the depths...
There is anger in Winona's heart.
Is fire important in your line of work...?
How do you do, Winona?
You can't escape that way, Winona. I've tried.
Abigail and I will have fun with you!
Hi Winona. Abigail says "thank-you".
Oh no...
It all crumbles to ash, in the end.
This one looks odd.
It's slowly dying.
I think it wants... gems...
It takes a lot of breaks.
Oh no...
It all crumbles to ash, in the end.
It's a kind of electrical box.
It's not long for this world.
What did Winona put in it again? Oh...
Oh no...
It all crumbles to ash, in the end.
It visits death upon intruders.
It's dead...
It visits death upon intruders.
It gives the illusion of control.
It gives the illusion of control.
It gives the illusion of control.
It's dead...
Oh no...
It all crumbles to ash, in the end.
But what if I liked the dark?
It's dead...
But what if I liked the dark?
Does it dream?
Does it dream?
Given the choice, would it accept this life of toil?
Does it dream?
Given the choice, would it accept this life of toil?
It takes things away. I cannot follow.