Words of the Constant
WoodieBox-y, eh?
WoodieCrank-y, eh?
WoodiePotato-y, eh?
WoodieRing-y, eh?
WoodieI wonder what this thing does.
WoodieI don't think it can still be considered a tent.
WoodieI'm used to sleeping in worse.
WoodieThere a squid down there?
WoodieIt wobbles when you wave it.
WoodieI'm blushing!
WoodieI'm tired of these squids!
WoodieIt's so big!
WoodieAre those squid babies?
WoodieNot even a stump left behind!
WoodieI've got a feelin' they'll be back.
WoodieI've got a bad feelin'...
WoodieThat weird tree's firing beams!!
WoodieThat ain't no tree I've seen before.
WoodieHow aboot we just leave that be, eh?
WoodieTrees don't usually do that, eh?
WoodieWhat a waste of good lumber.
WoodieLooks just like any other chest now.
WoodieWood's not supposed to shine like that, eh?
WoodieIt's the wood of the caves!
WoodieAnother day, another skeeter.
WoodieIt's not wood but it'll do.
WoodieSomeone's trying to give us a leg up.
WoodieSee you around, bud.
WoodieMust be one of them forest tigers.
WoodieYou can't be right all the time I guess.
WoodieHe's acting awful squirrelly, must be one nearby!
WoodieCan't smell any kits around, eh bud?
WoodieThis guy here seems to know what he's doin'.
WoodieHow aboot we try somewhere else?
WoodieLooks like he knows what he's doin'.
WoodieI think he's workin' with someone else.
WoodieIt sure doesn't give up without a fight.
WoodieNever hurts to have some of this stuff around.
WoodieSmells nice.
WoodieI'm gonna need a bigger axe.
WoodieAlright, enough playin' around! Get'em Lucy!
WoodieIt's a hole.
WoodieIt isn't polypore-sonal, I just gotta chop you.
WoodieIs that how trees are born?
WoodieThat's a nice looking tomato.
WoodieHeartburn city.
WoodieMaybe I'll squish it up and put it on some chips.
WoodieLooks like new crop seeds to me.
WoodieIt's too fancy.
WoodieI'll stick to a nice cozy toque, thanks.