Words of the Constant
It's just reed stubble.
Great. What am I supposed to do with this stuff?
Vests are so in.
Old junk.
There's no learning from that now.
Even I don't know everything... yet.
There's no learning from that now.
Even I don't know everything... yet.
Now it's dark and not very powerful.
A dark and powerful energy radiates from it.
Double, double toil and... oh. It's burned.
I can use the hat like a cauldron!
Oh yeah, I'm gonna have fun with this.
Our policy was canceled.
That's our insurance policy.
I'll touch it when I'm good and ready.
I expected it to be blacker.
Pfft. Whatever Rhinocebros.
Everything tastes better with fire.
A redbird. The color of fire, but not a phoenix.
It's cozy in my pocket.
It looks cold out here. I bet it wants a fire.
It's so fluffy.
Uh, is this really a sewing pattern?
They look scared half to death.
It's, like, a rock.
What's the point of collecting these again?
We don't have much in common.
It's not going to grow fruit anymore.
Yesss!
EW, it smells!!
I think it's getting sick.
It's a fruit bush of some sort.
Someone took the fruit already.
Pfft, it's barely even hot out.
I bet it'll taste good when it's ripe.
It's ripe!
I like it with just a pinch of fire.
Ewww it's got a little arm.
I don't think there's any way it'd burn.
As useless as water ever was.
As useless as water ever was.
There's heat in there, just waiting to get out!
The lava is cooling.
A pool of fire!
Aww, it's cooled off.
Just another rock to me.
How am I supposed to burn it now?
How am I supposed to burn it now?
It's a castle!