Words of the Constant
I wish I knew how to make bread.
I could always go for a nice hearty soup.
Sticks to your ribs.
What a sorry sight, eh?
Nice bit of woodworking there.
There's a whole book on the little buzzers, eh?
I already know more than enough aboot those things.
I know better than to mess with that, eh.
I'd rather stick with my axe, thanks.
My first instinct when I see a fire isn't to crack open a book.
Is there a chapter on ice fishing?
I'm leaving that to the experts.
Does it grow trees?
That's a lot of readin'... you sure it's the shorter version?
They sure gotta make gardening complicated, eh?
Must be one of 'em book lights.
I guess this is her idea of some light reading.
I'm getting goosebumps just lookin' at it.
Could've really used this when I was livin' on the West Coast.
Eh, at the very least it'd make a good doorstop.
Hey, I think this one grows trees!
The perfect book for a full moon.
I'm alright with the cold, but summers ain't fun under all this hair.
They don't have tentacles in Canada.
I deal with spiders enough, I don't need to read aboot them too!
That looks hard to throw.
How aboot we leg it out of here, eh?
That thing's seen better days.
Bet I could stick the pieces back together with some heat.
You could debark a log with this thing.
It can collect skeeters.
Look, sea plants.
Picked clean.
Seems a bit cruel, doesn't it?
What's inside? Hope it's logs.
The paper's brown. Like wood.
He looks friendly enough.
A hearty comfort food.
Done for.
It's good for hiding from nature.
I prefer margarine.
I never trusted those things, eh?
Where are you going to run?
Crunchy! ...But soft?
Sorry! Sorry. How awful!
Stay away from those meat snacks!
Finally.
I still don't trust it.
This is the worst.
That's some tasty grub!