Words of the Constant
Lucy! Tell me you didn't.
Don't worry Luce. She's got nothin' on ya.
It's dead.
That carrot's a rat!
I gotcha now.
Huh. It's sleeping.
That thing's giving me the creeps.
That's rabbit food.
That's cooked rabbit food.
That's giant rabbit food. Luckily we've got those 'round here.
I'm not one for vegetables, eh?
Tiny seeds.
Looks like the map ends here.
Eh, I prefer to just wander around the woods anyway.
Heh. Has a little compass and everything.
Pests.
Good riddance.
Ugh, how many more lives do you have?
The traditional garb of the woodsman.
It's pretty convincing.
Some elbow grease'll move those, easy.
Can't reach that one.
It tastes tropical.
Such a waste.
Now it's a warm mush.
They don't have those back home.
It's all bunged up.
More crowded than a Toronto subway!
There're probably no trees down there anyway.
It looks like Sudbury down there.
It's all bunged up.
Sorry! I'll wait til you're all done up there!
Maybe later. I've gotten cozy down here.
There are probably trees up there.
Hey! It's a fern!
Hey, it's dead!
That's a dead bug.
Stay away from me, bug!
We should get it while it's sleeping.
Watch out for the gas!
Did you catch a whiff of that, Luce?
I'd rather not wait around.
I'm not cut out for this climate.
Smells like trouble.
That's a nice climbing rope.
I'd be loonie not to eat this.
This makes me a bit sad.
Not exactly a helping hand, eh?
Birds... it's always the birds...
Anything good on?