Words of the Constant

Strength is meaningless if you can't catch me...

Wolfgang

Don't be scared, Wolfgang. Abigail just wants to be friends.

Wolfgang

Abigail, I saw you whispering at Wolfgang to make us do pushups!

Coaching Whistle

I think I know why the other monkeys cast you out.

Monkeys shouldn't play with fire.

Why hello there. Did the other monkeys shun you?

Now you and Abigail can play together.

I think it's time Abigail and I put an end to your games... for good.

What a strange creature you are.

Today, a pine hat... perhaps tomorrow a pine box.

Hardwood Hat

Woodie is plotting something dastardly with that axe.

He pinky-promised I'd get to ride on his shoulders. Such lies.

The curse haunts you even in death, Woodie?

Fire setting does not seem in your best interest...

How do you do, Woodie?

We'll get a heart, but are you sure you want to come back?

Hah... you look so silly I almost... well, never mind.

Why stay when you could fly away from this place?

It looks like your condition has worsened, Woodie.

I'll find a way to return you to this mortal coil. If you wish.

I'll send you someplace much nicer than this, Woodie.

Abigail likes you, Woodie. But she likes Lucy more.

Oh well.

Abigail?

You might be sitting on Abigail.

Wooden Chair

Just as well.

Abigail's favorite hiding spot.

Abigail's favorite hiding spot.

Is something there?

Depths Worm

It seems out of place.

Depths Worm

It comes from the depths.

Depths Worm

Life doesn't always make sense.

Worm Hole

No matter what it consumes, it is never satisfied.

Worm Hole

It will soon give up.

Sick Worm Hole

There's a slight humming coming from it.

Glow Berry

Better the worm's light than its tongue.

Lesser Glow Berry

It seems out of place.

Mysterious Plant

Wormwood has developed a taste for blood.

If you play with fire, you're liable to get burned...

How do you do, Wormwood?

You were too good for this world, Wormwood.

Don't worry, Wormwood. I'll end it quickly.

Wormwood's friendship extends beyond the veil.

It is no more.

I despise how it skitters...

Freedom is not for you.

It is arrested by deepest sleep.

It prefers to be alone.

You simply look too delicious.