Words of the Constant
Gives me the heebie jeebies.
Kinda creepy.
Under-used 'n overgrown.
Can't keep me outta nothing.
Needs a key.
Nice stonework.
Oh well. Happens to the best of us.
He ain't a threat to no one.
Dead as a doornail.
You seen one, you seen'em all.
Sleeping on the job.
Little too fancy for my tastes.
It's a bit salty, hey?
I might not be good at rescue missions.
Looks like it unlocks somethin' big.
Could make a real big stew in that pot.
I just think they're neat.
I've always been a meat and potatoes gal.
I got no idea what they'd grow into.
Needs a pot in there or somethin'.
Ready for assembly.
I only ever made stew before this.
Syrup makes me sappy. Ha!
I am not a good farmer.
It's busted.
Never thought I'd say this, but it's beyond repair.
Well I sure ain't goin' in it now.
It's broken. I can't fix it.
Needs a lot more love than I got to give it.
Something muddled this clockwork real good.
Looks like something destroyed it.
Something happened here.
Ain't no one here anymore.
Something busted this town.
Even I can't fix it.
I've repaired roofs before but this is a lost cause.
Wouldn't mind a peek inside.
My lockpicking skills are a bit rusty.
It ain't pink. It's salmon! Ha!
Fancy dining.
But where's the pepper?
It's a big ol' eatin' rock.
It needs a bit more time.
Salt's ready for minin'.
Let's set'er up proper.
Alright, it's pretty good.
Buckets. The most advanced farming technology.
That's gone.
It's no good now.
Better than a market.