Words of the Constant
Too classy for my tastes.
A fancy place to leave muddy footprints.
Some ground.
Looks like one of those city-people outhouses.
I prefer wooden floorboards.
That's one fancy floor, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Fire doesn't quite take here, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
It's mushy, like peas.
Just some ground, eh?
It's mushy, like peas.
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
At least you don't have to clean it.
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
Just some ground, eh?
I found this underground.
Rocks. Bleh.
That's some nice stonework!
Rocks. Bleh.
Flooring fit for a king!
Turkey day is here again!
From the community garden.
Cooked real nice.
Looks like new crop seeds to me.
Gotta keep that one from hiding, eh?
Sorry!
How terrible!
Another one!
It's caught a bit of a bug.
Choppin's choppin'.