Words of the Constant
It's stealing my warmth.
Is this, er... humane?
They're trapped!
I could break it down if I tried hard enough.
Could make a decent little inukshuk with these.
Lobster supper time!
Ain't got nothing left in it.
Well, that's no good.
That one might be a goner.
It's smelling a little stinky.
Is that fruit?
It's a nondescript bush.
It's pretty hot out.
Too hard to eat, but at least it smells nice.
I think I could sink my teeth into it now.
Wish I had some toast.
Guess we didn't eat that one in time.
Home sweet home!
Back home, they never melt.
Back home, they never melt.
It's looking a tad crusty.
Needs more... wood?
A fire that needs no wood? Unnn-natural!
It looks like it could break.
It's uh, a moon rock.
So... senseless.
So... senseless.
Hmm... does the rook move in a straight line? I forget.
The gears are spilling out.
Good for holding stuff to other stuff.
Think she'll hold, Luce?
Honestly, they're kinda lovely.
One less bird. Good.
I'm majestic enough as is.
Broken furniture.
It's no toque, but it'll do.
Metal on a stick.
All busted up.
It makes my beard hair stand on end.
It's thinkin' real hard.
Puts the critter back to how nature intended.
Yep, that'll get us there.
Makes me feel like some sorta woodland nymph, eh?
Looks a little warlordy, eh?
Makes me feel like a Mountie.
Like the wings of a giant bird. Ugh.
Lucy'll give ya a hand chopping veggies next time, eh bud?
It's like an icebox, but salt!
My mouth's dry just looking at it.
I gave it a lick or two. It was okay.