Words of the Constant
The moon HATES trees.
It's like there's a little fire inside.
That's a big chunk of glass!
We should try smoking them out.
Great. A rock with a hole in it.
Looks like a jerk.
Just another rock to me.
Well I can't burn it.
Oh look! ROCKS! Ughhhhh!
I hope it burns.
Hey, I can see my reflection!
It's like there's a little fire inside.
At least I'll be wearing it in the storm where nobody can see me.
I'm gonna touch it.
Don't get zapped, old man.
It's empty.
It crackles, almost like a fire.
I have this urge to catch it.
Doesn't it feel nice to be back in one piece?
Almost done, I swear.
Back together again.
Why do I get the feeling we aren't done yet?
Y'know, this would be a lot easier if you weren't so heavy.
Yeah, of course I'll lug you over there.
Alright, alright, let's get going.
Okay, let me take you home.
Aw c'mon! What is it?!
Something inside is calling for me.
Something inside is calling for me.
Something inside is calling for me.
Where do you want to go?
You're right, I really am the best for helping you out.
What a weird looking mushroom.
Once again, fire makes it better.
Uuuugh, why can't that old guy just build this thing himself?
I guess I could just burn it and be done with it, but now I'm kinda curious...
Great! So what does it do?
Ew, I think it's whispering to me.
Iunno, maybe we can jam stuff in it.
Ohh, so that's how she keeps those creeps away.
HAHA, YES!
I don't feel as bad as I thought I would.
It's not gonna grow back.
It's so pretty, I might actually feel bad burning it!
This would look even prettier if it was on fire.
Mmm... So dry. So flammable.
What in the world...
It's huuuuge!
Ugh, it smells like bird butts!
It looks soooo good!