Words of the Constant
You lookin' to scrap, big guy?
I'm glad it ain't movin'.
On its last legs.
It's... cold? Somehow?
A good healthy blaze.
Gonna go out soon.
Seems good for now.
That's that.
On its last legs.
It makes cold fire? I don't quite get it.
Properly roaring.
It's gonna go out soon.
Doin' okay.
Out, for now.
Yeesh, what a mess!
West.
I'm pretty good with directions.
South.
Southwest
Southeast
North.
Northwest
Northeast
East.
Why do I feel like I'm a waiter for those plants?
That should do it!
Guess I'll have to start from scratch.
Looks a bit dry to me.
It's dirty work, but somebody's got to do it.
I'd guess there's a bit too much water in there.
Heh. That bean sprout's a gross little guy.
Let's get building.
Havin' a blueprint sure makes cooking easier!
Dead as several doornails.
Cooked meat, ready to eat.
It's still purple in the middle.
Well, a morsel's a morsel.
What's the matter lil guy?
Hardhats must be worn beyond this point!
That thing was well protected.
I can't make heads or tails of it.
You guys like gristle, right?
Still got a bit of a wait.
Almost!
Soup's on!
I make a mean stew.
Looks like radiator fluid from space.
Grab life by the tail.
I talked its ear off. Ha!
Tell me if I get'em stuck in my teeth.