Words of the Constant
I don't think I'm supposed to spend this.
We could be good friends, you and I.
I should burn that thing before it reaches full ugliness.
Ew, ew, ew!! Too many eyes!!
How am I supposed to see in that thing?
Can I burn it now?
Do I look like the kind of person who fixes things? Ugh, fiiiiine...
I like the way it glitters.
Uh... is that supposed to be here?
Ew, that thing's creepy!
It's asking for a taste of my lighter.
What gives? That little fire doesn't even feel warm!
Right. Now I guess I have to build it.
Ew, it's dripping its weird sleep gunk everywhere!
It's kinda nice to stare into.
I bet a quick fire would take care of this.
Gross! It's so meaty!
It actually looks pretty tasty.
I like the fire!
What do you think would happen if I threw a lit match inside?
Uh... nice bird?
Nasty.
Ha! That thing was just a featherweight after all.
That took way too much effort.
He looks scared half to death.
Why did this plant have a face?
The face doesn't wash away!!
Now that's just creepy!
The fire made this plant guy a lot quieter.
That's not a normal plant.
The rabbits lost that argument.
Nothing's on it? I can burn it then, right?
It's heavy!
I guess we just... plant it? In the dirt?
That makes no sense!
I wonder if the rest burnt down.
What sort of bush doesn't burn?!
The worst kind of tree. The non-flammable kind.
Burn, thorns!
That burned way too quickly.
It looks sharp.
Those thorns hurt!
It's all plant-y.
YES! BURN!
I wish it was still burning.
Not so spiky now, are you?
It looks dangerous!
I LOVE mashed potatoes.
Haha! I see it. Wilson!
All business, that one.