Words of the Constant
It's still too wet to burn.
Chilly.
That's a lot of ice.
It looks pretty melted.
It looks pretty melted.
That is the opposite of fire.
Well, soooometimes cold things are okay.
It's a real mood dampener.
Gross! Cold!
Fuzzy backpack!
Booooring.
I prefer the opposite of this.
Seriously?
Don't beefalo already have hairy winter coats?
Am I seeing things?
Doesn't look flammable. How boring.
I wasn't paying attention when Winona told me how it works.
Why didn't anyone tell me I had ashes on my face?
Eww, the smell's enough to make you sick!
Get outta here you stupid weed!
Wham, bam, jam! Thank you, ma'am.
Nothing better than a handful of jellybeans.
I'm not too proud to rifle through some trash.
What's that thing up there?
Yeeaahh, I don't think I want anything in there THAT bad.
Eggs and more eggs.
Meat and fire, now with a stick!
HEY! Who dares me to eat it raw?
Yuck, it feels like snot.
Great, now I don't have to chew.
It's not half bad.
I like the cut of that bee's jib.
Buzz!
Hahaha YES!!
I wanna kick it!
The kitcoons are waiting for their toys!
Nice.
Go on, get the fishy!
Alright, where's a good spot to put it...
Nice. Hope they evacuated, though.
They're so small that they all fit.
They're out playing, let's go find em'!
Time's almost up, they're not gonna hide at home!!! Or is that what they want me to think... nope, it's empty, aargh!
Everything you need to build a precariously balanced house for kitcoons.
You're very small and squeaky.
You're very small and squeaky.
You're very small and squeaky.
You're very small and squeaky.
You're very small and squeaky.
You're very small and squeaky.