Words of the Constant
I can't put my finger on it, but there's somethin' aboot it I don't like.
That's too fancy for me.
This would go good on flapjacks.
It weighs a ton!
Seedy.
I can't swim!
This should cook up nicely.
Looks like a cod.
Doesn't look edible.
Don't poop in camp!
Chops up food pretty good.
Better settle in, this could take a while.
One meal comin' right up!
Well, should we eat?
Nothing sadder than an empty crockpot.
Sure makes the camp smell nice.
Sure, Lucy. We can feed it.
All ground up.
I'm not usually one for fancy spices.
I always sleep better in a tent.
A portable tent! Why didn't we think of that, Luce?
I love good local produce.
Never know when you might need a potato, eh?
Lucy and I will clean up, since Warly did the cooking.
I'll eat a tater in any form.
It cooked up real nice.
It's as big as a boulder!
Looks like new crop seeds to me.
I do love me some plant life.
I like the ones made with real sugar better.
I don't think they're here to say a polite "hello".
Needs more water.
I just don't like the look of that thing... can't put my finger on it...
What a hoser.
Filthy feathered menace.
It's my prisoner.
Do you think you're cute? You're not.
I don't like to eat things that grow on the ground.
Sure you can carve a pumpkin better, Luce. Sure.
This will keep me chopping.
You know why I didn't ask you, Lucy. You would've butchered it.
This should be fun.
I won't say no to some pie.
Pies are good.
It'd better not tip over.
I'd be happier if it was a giant pumpkin pie.
It's a seed.
I should see how much of a punch I'm packing, eh?
Makes me feel a bit twitchy.
The sparkle is gone from the gem.