Words of the Constant
It's a seed.
This is going to be a blast!
Melted. Maybe Willow had some fun with them?
They've quickly become Wes' favorite prop.
Hal whispers beautiful lies to me.
That's just asking to be experimented on.
It must be some kind of religious artifact.
Now if I only had some tea...
...Maxwell left his stuff out again.
...Maxwell left his stuff out again.
A horrifying utensil fusion. Maybe science *can* go too far.
I wonder what it's hiding?
It doesn't spin very well.
What's kazoo with you?
Wigfrid keeps jumping out and hitting me with it?!
This egg beater is all bent out of shape.
I have a few theories about this string.
I can put my shoes on without help, thanks.
I think Wickerbottom had a cat.
It smells kind of stale.
Food and a cup! The ultimate survival container.
If you unwound it you could poke someone from really far away.
How Machiavellian.
How Machiavellian.
The knot is stuck. Forever.
Honestly, he just leaves them out wherever.
Honestly, he just leaves them out wherever.
I know someone who'd have a ball with this!
I hope this doesn't attract spiders.
Let's make a wish. For science.
Hard to find a good flask around here.
I might need these after all that candy.
I don't believe in the supernatural.
I think it came from another world. One with grifts.
I wonder where the other one is?
It must be some kind of religious artifact.
Holding it makes me feel like bartering.
It's a little warm to the touch.
It's full of someone's childhood memories.
It's not very good at jumping.
It's some sort of plant specimen.
It's picking up frequencies from another world.
Maybe a tool for testing aerodynamics?
Sadly it's too small for me to escape on.
Their electricity carrying days are over.
There's no time for fun and games!
Great. All of my tub stopping needs are met.
I'm more of a zipper person, myself.
On a scale of 1 to on fire... that's pretty on fire.
All my bragging rights, gone up in flames!