Words of the Constant
Roasting. My favorite cooking method.
I've got to figure out what I'm gonna do with all this onion...
It's just a bunch of seeds.
It's glittery and mesmerizing, like a fire!
Gotta hold it with my sleeve so my hands don't get cold.
It picks up burning materials!
It'll make your fingers tingle.
It's a rock. Ugh!
It gives me a headache.
You rotten little bandit!
Looks empty. Might as well torch it.
I should take whatever's in there. Then torch it.
I think we're going down.
Ooooh, another tree to burn!
One day you'll grow big enough to be worth cutting down for firewood.
Ewww, trees have scales?!
Not quite a tree yet.
Kind of tacky.
Am I just hungry, or does everything look extra tasty?
Music is boring.
I bet it'd burn!
It's so delicate looking, I just want to smush it.
It's got a weaponized butt!
Run away, tiny dancers.
Burn, pengie, burn.
Shall I do the honors?
Do I even have to say it?
Good. These are the hot ones.
My mouth is on fire!
First rule of vegetables: fire makes it better.
That's a lot of hot stuff!
It's just a bunch of seeds.
Evil bird! Get away from those yummy berries!
It's a big ol' fan.
Well, that's burned now.
What do we have to do now?
I don't even like gobblers!
Tasty things, sealed with fire.
Stupid flowers. They're almost useless.
Mmm... So dry. So flammable.
Ew, they're sticky.
Mmm... So dry. So flammable.
How am I supposed to burn it now?
Gross! Let's burn it.
Oh, Maxwell will love this.
It's very pointy.
The dumb plant still gets to hit stuff. It's what it would've wanted.
How does it smell so good?
All washed up.
You, I like.