Words of the Constant
She'll keep the rats outta the factory.
As abandoned as an old warehouse.
We all gotta sleep.
Do I look like a fur trader?
I think it's got a squeaky wheel.
Looks movable.
I'm just not tall enough.
Everything since I got here has been bananas.
Big ol' burnt banana tree.
Caramelized banana's the tops.
That's, uh, a banana tree.
Into the depths!
They're at capacity down there.
Nah, I don't want blacklung.
Another day, another creepy cave.
Is it wise to go deeper?
Nah, it's packed up there.
I don't need fresh air.
I barely remember what the surface looks like.
Take a gander at this tiny fern!
Aww, that fern's dead.
It's dead, alright.
That critter is trouble!
It's sleepin'.
It ain't shy about passin' gas.
Smells kinda rotten.
Ain't nothin' good comin' out of there.
It's gonna get real stuffy down here.
Well that's just toxic.
Good to have a way out.
Now that's some tasty grub!
It gets everywhere.
I must've just missed her... but she left somethin' behind.
Oh, Charlie. What are you gettin' me into now?
You want something, huh?
You can't please everyone.
Everyone's got their part to play, huh?
Charlie, wait!!
Who'd build a stage out here? Oh...
A heap of spare parts.
A heap of spare parts.
A heap of spare parts.
I'm fond'a this one.
Looks so real, I can almost feel the earth rumblin'.
Y'got a mean mug there, buddy.
That was one ornery son of a beast.
Aw, it looks just like my beefalo.
I wonder if I could sculpt a hat like that.
I'm not big on headgames.
That ain't supposed to move.