Words of the Constant
WoodieAlways keep a dry head while chopping.
WoodieIts knowledge of rain didn't keep it from being burned.
WoodieRain makes the trees grow.
WoodieIt's like a forest in a bowl.
WoodieA true lumberjack never shaves.
WoodieClassic.
WoodieIt's a good little number.
WoodieYou can really swing an axe to this.
WoodieThis gets me all fired up.
WoodieWhat a nifty number, eh Luce?
WoodieWhat a nifty number, eh Luce?
WoodieWhat a nifty number, eh Luce?
WoodieThis gets me all fired up.
WoodieThis gets me all fired up.
WoodieYou can really... swing an axe to this.
WoodieWhat a nifty number, eh Luce?
WoodieYou can really swing an axe to this.
WoodieI see within it the fiery death of a thousand trees.
WoodieThis little light of mine.
WoodieA true woodsman knows his own way around the forest.
WoodieIt's Lucy-colour.
WoodieI don't know...
WoodieYou'd have to be really, really hungry.
WoodieIt's a red mushroom.
WoodieThey have their own schedule.
WoodieI'll have to be patient.
WoodieFire makes me nervous.
WoodieReeds.
WoodieThey'll be back.
WoodieLooks kind of like maple sugar. Don't think I wanna eat it, though.
WoodieI'm still not convinced plaid isn't all-weather wear.
WoodieI don't plan on fixin' that.
WoodieHow did it get burned?!
WoodieI don't trust all this science stuff.
WoodieWell, it obeys some basic laws of physics.
WoodieThis is getting strange.
WoodieNope, lost it.
WoodieOkay, I kind of get it now.
WoodieThis is why I don't use hat warmers.
WoodieI like to call it the "Hat Machine"!
WoodieA change of scenery might be nice, eh?
WoodieThat's a shame, that.
WoodieAll my buddies could be improved with wood.
WoodieI don't know if I should touch that.
WoodieI need to share this with somebody!
WoodieThey really like bumping chests like that, eh?
WoodieMy favourite kind of bird is a roasted one.
WoodieWhat a snotty little jerk.
WoodieDon't get comfortable, birdie.
WoodieGo fly south or something!