Words of the Constant
Hands off!
A real good whackin' stick.
Looks a bit spotty to me! Ha!
Is there no end to these things?
Don't even think about touching me.
Hands off, buddy.
I've done worse jobs.
Guess it's on its lunch break.
Yeesh, that little tree sure isn't looking good.
Yikes! A power surge!
Something feels off about this... sure is pretty, though.
Looks like it's out of order.
It's working up to something...
Easy come, easy go.
Well, a free chest's a free chest.
Why does that chest look like it's short-circuiting?
I love working with new materials.
The old stuff was built to last.
Just needs a spit shine.
Smells kinda like gasoline.
Looks like I'm finding them on my own.
Huh. Never thought I'd see the day when the fat cats work for ME.
Looks like someone else got to this kit first.
I get the feelin' there's a kitcoon around here.
He's not catchin' any more scent trails.
Good eye, big guy!
Might be a bit too far.
Oh, he's caught a scent.
That one's workin' for someone else.
Stubborn rascals.
Glad to have found a use for those weeds.
These are nice and dry.
I don't got this!
He's tougher than he looks... but so am I!
Hole lotta nothing.
I got this.
Something's in there.
Gotta appreciate havin' fresh vegetables.
I prefer'em fried and green.
You could make a lot of spaghetti with that.
I got no idea what they'd grow into.
How bourgeoisie.
Max is a little too good at keepin' things under his hat.
There's beauty in a simple design.
Now that's a good meat pie!
Rarin' to go.
It runs on "magic" instead of electricity.
Let's get a move on.
It's uh, a rock. Mhm.
All the energy you need for a long day at work.