Words of the Constant
WoodieWe're all connected, eh?
WoodieThere's one in there, eh?
WoodieLooks empty.
WoodieLooks like these things are getting stronger.
WoodieThey are not happy with us, Lucy.
WoodieBoo! Ha ha!
WoodieThat ghost left a parting gift.
WoodieI'm not scared of wearin' it, Lucy. I just don't feel like it.
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieWhoof, smells like week-old sockeye!
WoodieThey're just as fun to give as they are to receive.
WoodieShould we do something nice today, Lucy?
WoodieI prefer my houses made of wood.
WoodieWhere ya goin', eh?
WoodieNot like any dog I've ever seen.
WoodieWell, it ain't wood.
WoodieI feel pretty safe with it in my hand.
WoodieI wonder if it chops.
WoodieKeep flapping, little guy!
WoodieSnooze away, bud.
WoodieDead and still slimy.
WoodieEven the flower is slimy.
WoodieYep, his slime is slimy too.
WoodieUnsurprisingly, the wings are slimy.
WoodieBoy would I ever like to dig into that.
WoodieNot so tough now, eh?
WoodieSorry aboot the horn, bud.
WoodieI've got a way with nature.
WoodieThat thing looks like it could do some damage.
WoodieNever saw a horn on a fish before.
WoodieI think the electricity curdled it.
WoodieSeems pretty useless.
WoodieIt's almost as nice as Lucy.
WoodieIt's pretty, but it can't chop down trees.
WoodieWelp. I can't unmake it, so...
WoodieTime to dig golden holes.
WoodieNow that I've made it, might as well put it to good use.
WoodieYou can't make a coffee table out of gold. Well, maybe you can. But you shouldn't.
WoodiePillowy plumage.
WoodieI need to poop on it.
WoodieI hope that doesn't spread to the trees.
WoodieIt's caught a bit of a bug.
WoodieLookin' a bit down.