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ABIGAIL
WIGFRID :             What do you desire, apparition?
WOLFGANG :            Are you friendly ghost?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fascinating. Can you speak, specter?
WOODIE :              That ain't right.
WILLOW :              So, what happened to you?

ABIGAIL_FLOWER.GENERIC
WILSON :              It's hauntingly beautiful.
WX78 :                FEEBLE PLANTLIFE
WIGFRID :             For me?
MAXWELL :             Hm? What a familiar presence.
WEBBER :              Pretty petals!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah... I'm not familiar with this strain of flower.
WOODIE :              It's a flower? I guess.

ABIGAIL_FLOWER.HAUNTED_GROUND
WILSON :              I'd die to find out what it does.
WX78 :                CREEPINESS SENSORS OVERLOADED
WOLFGANG :            Does it want to fight?
MAXWELL :             It demands a sacrifice.
WEBBER :              Scary blossoms!
WOODIE :              Maybe we should split, eh?
WILLOW :              I don't want to mess with that.

ABIGAIL_FLOWER.HAUNTED_POCKET
WILSON :              I don't think I should hang on to this.
WX78 :                I SHOULD THROW IT AWAY
WIGFRID :             Perhaps it's best we part ways...
WOLFGANG :            Is making Wolfgang scared!
MAXWELL :             I should quit toying with this now.
WEBBER :              Put it down! Put it down!
WOODIE :              I'm not comfortable with this.
WILLOW :              It's burning a hole in my pocket. Heh.

ABIGAIL_FLOWER.LONG
WILSON :              It hurts my soul to look at that thing.
WX78 :                FEEBLE PLANTLIFE
WIGFRID :             For me?
MAXWELL :             I can sense strong magic within it.
WEBBER :              I think it's listening to us!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Odd...
WOODIE :              Yup. It's a flower.

ABIGAIL_FLOWER.MEDIUM
WILSON :              It's giving me the creeps.
WX78 :                CREEPINESS READINGS DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Little flower gives Wolfgang the \"heebie jeebies\".
MAXWELL :             This enchantment is not of my doing.
WEBBER :              It's getting creepy!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's emitting a strange energy.
WOODIE :              That flower's acting funny...
WILLOW :              Ugh, it's weird!

ABIGAIL_FLOWER.SOON
WX78 :                CREEPINESS READINGS RISING
WOLFGANG :            I do not like.
MAXWELL :             Whatever it is will be arriving soon.
WEBBER :              It gives us itches and skritches up our spine!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The flower's energy is growing powerful.
WOODIE :              Did it just move?
WILLOW :              Burning is still an option.

ACCOMPLISHMENT_SHRINE
WILSON :              I want to use it, and I want the world to know that I did.
WX78 :                I AM GOOD AT REPEATING TASKS
WIGFRID :             My victories shall be remembered!
WOLFGANG :            I will defeat you, tiny arrow!
MAXWELL :             Even They couldn't build something so devious.
WENDY :               I've never much cared for metaphor.
WEBBER :              It gives me a goal in life.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I feel a compulsive urge to activate it, again and again.
WOODIE :              It seems a bit show-offy to me.
WILLOW :              I hate that arrow!

ACORN
MAXWELL :             A more outdoorsy type might be able to make something of this.

ACORN_COOKED
WIGFRID :             The young tree has been cooked.
WOLFGANG :            Tree has been cooked out of nut.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The poison has been successfully cooked out of them.
WOODIE :              What a waste of a perfectly good tree.

ADVENTURE_PORTAL
WX78 :                HE IS NOT MUCH OF A CONVERSATIONALIST
WOLFGANG :            Is mouth door! Say Ahhhhh!
WOODIE :              I wonder if that's the way out of here.
WILLOW :              Maybe that leads home.

AMULET
WOODIE :              Always have a backup plan.
WILLOW :              I have no idea what it does, but it feels good to wear it!

ANCIENT_ALTAR.BROKEN
WX78 :                ERROR: PSEUDOSCIENCE UNWORKABLE
WOLFGANG :            Is broken altar.
WOODIE :              Looks a little worn out.
WILLOW :              The dead can't get through here.

ANCIENT_ALTAR.WORKING
WX78 :                ERROR: CAUSALITY COMPROMISED
WOLFGANG :            Is nasty, creepy altar.
WOODIE :              There's axe marks on these altar stones.
WILLOW :              Oooo! An afterlife intercom.

ANCIENT_ALTAR_BROKEN
WILSON :              This seems to be broken.
WX78 :                ERROR: PSEUDOSCIENCE UNWORKABLE
WOLFGANG :            Is broken altar.
WENDY :               I hear the painful echoes of the dead.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Parts of this are missing.
WOODIE :              Looks a little worn out.
WILLOW :              The dead can't get through here.

ANCIENT_STATUE
WX78 :                A NIGHTMARE INDICATOR
WOLFGANG :            Ugly, ugly, ugly.
WOODIE :              Another hoser.
WILLOW :              Drat, won't burn.

ANIMAL_TRACK
WOLFGANG :            Animal went this way.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A sign of animal activity. Leads away.
WOODIE :              A large woodland creature passed this way!
WILLOW :              It leads to my new friend.

ARMORDRAGONFLY
WILSON :              Hot mail!
WX78 :                SCALES FUNCTION SIMILARLY TO MINIATURE FLAMETHROWERS
WENDY :               I'd wear it inside-out.
WOODIE :              Plaid is all the armour I need.

ARMORGRASS
WX78 :                ADDS EXTRA PROTECTION TO METAL CASING.

ARMORMARBLE
WX78 :                EXTRA HEAVY DUTY CASING.

ARMORRUINS
WX78 :                QUICK PUT IT ON ME
WOODIE :              That'll stop the hurt.
WILLOW :              Human beings probably shouldn't wear this.

ARMORSLURPER
WILSON :              A soggy, sustaining, succulent suit.
WX78 :                FURRY INSULATION FOR MY WIRES.
WOLFGANG :            Is causing hunger or stopping it?
WOODIE :              It tickles. I think it's still alive.
WILLOW :              Oh, ick! Ick! Ick! Ick! Eeeeeewwwwww!

ARMORSNURTLESHELL
WILSON :              It sticks to your back when you wear it.
WEBBER :              It didn't protect the last guy.

ARMOR_SANITY
WIGFRID :             Strong, but such a headache it gives...

ARROWSIGN_PANEL.BURNT
WILSON :              \"Don't play with matches.\"
WX78 :                BURNTAWAY.
MAXWELL :             Somehow, it says even less now.
WOODIE :              Wood is the best at burning.

ARROWSIGN_PANEL.GENERIC
WILSON :              It says \"Thataway\".
WX78 :                \"THATAWAY\"
MAXWELL :             \"Thataway\"... Ugh!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A navigational aid. \"Thataway\".
WOODIE :              Let the wood guide the way.

ARROWSIGN_PANEL.UNWRITTEN
WILSON :              The sign is currently blank.
WX78 :                INPUT REQUIRED.
WIGFRID :             I shall point the way to triumph!
WOLFGANG :            Practice my letters!
MAXWELL :             This requires profundity.
WENDY :               Its blank face shall soon offer a secret.
WEBBER :              Ooooh, what should we say?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A chance to give direction.
WOODIE :              Let's give our neighbours some guidance.
WILLOW :              I could doodle something rude here.

ARROWSIGN_POST.BURNT
WILSON :              \"Don't play with matches.\"
WX78 :                BURNTAWAY.
MAXWELL :             Somehow, it says even less now.
WOODIE :              Wood is the best at burning.

ARROWSIGN_POST.GENERIC
WILSON :              It says \"Thataway\".
WX78 :                \"THATAWAY\"
MAXWELL :             \"Thataway\"... Ugh!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A navigational aid. \"Thataway\".
WOODIE :              Let the wood guide the way.

ARROWSIGN_POST.UNWRITTEN
WILSON :              The sign is currently blank.
WX78 :                INPUT REQUIRED.
WIGFRID :             I shall point the way to triumph!
WOLFGANG :            Practice my letters!
MAXWELL :             This requires profundity.
WENDY :               Its blank face shall soon offer a secret.
WEBBER :              Ooooh, what should we say?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A chance to give direction.
WOODIE :              Let's give our neighbours some guidance.
WILLOW :              I could doodle something rude here.

ASH.GENERIC
WX78 :                OUTPUT OF FIRE PROGRAM.
WOLFGANG :            Is skeleton of fire.
WENDY :               All that's left after another beautiful fire.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Some non-aqueous residue remains after the fire.
WOODIE :              It's all burnt up.
WILLOW :              Leftovers from a fire. I wish it was still here.

ASH.REMAINS_EYE_BONE
WILSON :              The eyebone was consumed by fire in the teleportation!
WX78 :                OUTPUT OF EYEBONE TELEPORTATION PROGRAM.
WOLFGANG :            Is burned pieces of eyebone from teleport!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The eyebone seems to have been burned entirely.
WOODIE :              This used to be an eyebone.
WILLOW :              I bet that eye thing was quite a sight wreathed in fire!

ASH.REMAINS_GLOMMERFLOWER
WILSON :              The flower was consumed by fire in the teleportation!
WX78 :                OUTPUT OF FLOWER TELEPORTATION PROGRAM.
WIGFRID :             The flower must remain in its home world.
WOLFGANG :            Is burned pieces of flower from teleport!
MAXWELL :             There's always another Glommer.
WENDY :               The flower was incinerated in the teleportation!
WEBBER :              The flower didn't make it.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The flower appears to have been completely burned up.
WOODIE :              This used to be a slimy flower.
WILLOW :              I wish I saw the way that weird flower burned.

ASH.REMAINS_THINGIE
WILSON :              There's a perfectly scientific explanation for that.
WX78 :                OUTPUT OF FIRE PROGRAM. INPUT UNDETERMINED.
WIGFRID :             It's burnt. Gone.
WOLFGANG :            Is burned pieces of some thing. Is dead now...
MAXWELL :             My trip through the portal made it unrecognizable.
WENDY :               This was once some thing before it got burned...
WEBBER :              Whatever it was, it's gone back to the earth.
WICKERBOTTOM :        This used to be something, but now it's just a pile of ash.
WOODIE :              Well that's a shame.
WILLOW :              I wish this thing was still burning, whatever it was.

BABYBEEFALO
WOLFGANG :            Baby hair-cow!

BABYBEEFALO.GENERIC
WILLOW :              Even the babies are ugly.

BABYBEEFALO.SLEEPING
WILLOW :              WAKE UP!

BACKPACK
WILSON :              You could fit a whole lot of science in there.
WILLOW :              You could fit like a million lighters in here.

BACONEGGS
WILSON :              The perfect breakfast for a man of science.
WX78 :                DESIGNATING: MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE DAY
WOLFGANG :            Food has yolk! And meat! More strong!
MAXWELL :             Now that is a proper breakfast.
WEBBER :              I'd rather have sugary cereal. Oh well.
WOODIE :              Awww. It's just front bacon.

BALLOON
WILSON :              How are they floating?
WX78 :                WX-78 CANNOT BE FOOLED. THESE ANIMALS ARE NOT REAL.
WIGFRID :             Fie! Foul beast!
WOLFGANG :            Is full of clown breath!
MAXWELL :             This seems out of place here. Too cheery.
WENDY :               A colorful reminder that my childhood is no more.
WEBBER :              Balloon animals! Balloon animals!!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Could serve as a suitable diversion.
WOODIE :              It's squeaky. Just like a real woodland creature.
WILLOW :              That's just asking to be popped.

BALLOONS_EMPTY
WILSON :              It looks like clown currency.
WX78 :                USELESS RUBBER SACKS
WIGFRID :             Such colors! I could sing!
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will make balloon muscles.
MAXWELL :             Those look much too jovial for my liking.
WENDY :               These look as deflated as I feel...
WEBBER :              Is there going to be a party?!
WICKERBOTTOM :        These seem frivolous.
WOODIE :              Are those balloons?
WILLOW :              I could fill them with flammable gas.

BANDAGE
WX78 :                TEMPORARY MAINTENANCE DEVICE.
WIGFRID :             To heal even the deepest of battle wounds.
WENDY :               There's no salve for the pain of existence.
WILLOW :              Eww, no!

BASALT
WX78 :                INSUFFICIENT DESTRUCTIVE ABILITIES
WILLOW :              It's too hard to break!

BAT
WX78 :                FLYING RAT
WILLOW :              Cute little guy!

BATBAT
WX78 :                AHHAHA! FREE POWER!
WIGFRID :             Winged spear!

BATCAVE
WX78 :                IT'S FULL OF MAMMAL POOP
WIGFRID :             They're hiding under the stage.
WOLFGANG :            It's the hidey hole for the flying mousies!
WENDY :               They're just lurking in there...
WEBBER :              Oooh they're hiding in there!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This nook is actually a dwelling.
WOODIE :              Full of the little critters!
WILLOW :              What would happen if I dropped a match in there?

BATWING
WX78 :                FLYING MECHANISM
WOLFGANG :            Is all hairy and gross

BATWING_COOKED
WX78 :                BROKEN FLYING MECHANISM

BEARDHAIR
WILSON :              It's only gross when they're not your own.
WOLFGANG :            Gross. These are not from my face.
WOODIE :              My hair's not that colour. Not my beard, anyway.
WILLOW :              Clean up your gross hair guys! Ugh!

BEARGER
WX78 :                HIBERNATION IMMINENT
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang not want to fight big bear.
WENDY :               It could crush me in one blow. I wish it would.
WOODIE :              That's a big bear!
WILLOW :              Whoa! Niiiice bear...

BEARGERVEST
WILSON :              Welcome to the hibernation station!
WX78 :                EXTREMELY LUSH VEST
WIGFRID :             BEAR-SERKER!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Whatever it was, its pelt makes for a fine garment.
WOODIE :              Now this is some proper winter gear.

BEARGER_FUR
WILSON :              A mat of thick fur.
WX78 :                MAXIMALLY THICK FUR
WIGFRID :             It fought bravely, but its hide is now forfeit.
WOLFGANG :            Is like hair on Wolfgang chest.
WOODIE :              It's as thick as my head!
WILLOW :              It's fur all the way down.

BEDROLL_FURRY
WILSON :              It's so warm and comfy.
WENDY :               For veiling oneself in the fuzzy skins of the fallen.

BEDROLL_STRAW
WILSON :              Looks comfy, but it smells like mildew.
WIGFRID :             A tool for valiant naps.

BEE.GENERIC
WILSON :              To bee or not to bee.
WILLOW :              It's fat, but that stinger looks dangerous.

BEE.HELD
WOLFGANG :            Is safely in my pocket.
WILLOW :              Pocket full of bees!

BEEBOX.BURNT
WILSON :              How did it get burned?!!
WX78 :                ACTIVITY LEVELS AT ZERO
WILLOW :              Smoked you out!

BEEBOX.FULLHONEY
WX78 :                HONEY LEVELS ARE HIGH
WOODIE :              Maple syrup substitute!

BEEBOX.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Many bees!
WOODIE :              Buzzers!

BEEBOX.NOHONEY
WX78 :                NO HONEY DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            It has no honey.
MAXWELL :             Why do the bees not serve me?

BEEBOX.READY
WX78 :                HONEY LEVELS ARE HIGH
WOODIE :              Maple syrup substitute!

BEEBOX.SOMEHONEY
WX78 :                HONEY LEVELS ARE LOW
WOLFGANG :            Bees are busy.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's not ready for harvesting.

BEEFALO.DOMESTICATED
WILSON :              This one is slightly less smelly than the others.
WX78 :                MUAHAHAH. THIS ONE FEARS ME.
WIGFRID :             The critter has finally learned its role.
WOLFGANG :            Hair-cow so fluffy and nice!
MAXWELL :             I like a creature that knows its place.
WENDY :               I wonder if it misses its old family?
WEBBER :              This one likes us!
WICKERBOTTOM :        While tame, it has become dependent on its human master.
WOODIE :              I like this one's attitude.
WILLOW :              It's lost the fire from its heart.

BEEFALO.FOLLOWER
WILSON :              He's coming along peacefully.
WOLFGANG :            Hair-cow follow me!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It appears to be following me.
WILLOW :              Er, are you following me?

BEEFALO.GENERIC
WILLOW :              What a disgusting, hairy beast!

BEEFALO.NAKED
WILLOW :              Ha! He's all naked now!

BEEFALO.ORNERY
WILSON :              It looks deeply angry.
WX78 :                I GET ALONG WITH THIS ONE
WIGFRID :             The noble steed of a mighty warrior!
WOLFGANG :            You are feisty!
MAXWELL :             Yes, you understand how this works.
WENDY :               The world has wronged you.
WEBBER :              We're kind of scared of this one.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The creature has developed a nasty disposition.
WOODIE :              Why so glum, chum?
WILLOW :              I can see fire in its eyes.

BEEFALO.PUDGY
WILSON :              Hmmm, there may be too much food inside it.
WIGFRID :             My mouth's watering just looking at it...
WOLFGANG :            A critter after own heart!
MAXWELL :             I suppose some people might find that charming.
WENDY :               More of the world is within the beast than without.
WEBBER :              We like to cuddle this one!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Abundant nourishment has led to an amicable personality.
WOODIE :              You're almost as big as a moose!
WILLOW :              You need to burn some calories.

BEEFALO.RIDER
WILSON :              This fellow appears quite ridable.
WX78 :                THIS ONE EXCELS AT ACCELERATION
WIGFRID :             With the stalwart beast at my side, we ride tonight!
WOLFGANG :            Like I'm back in cavalry!
MAXWELL :             I'd only ride you if I was desperate.
WENDY :               Together we can venture far.
WEBBER :              This one looks fast.
WICKERBOTTOM :        This one seems lean and athletic.
WOODIE :              I'm sorry, want to go for a ride?
WILLOW :              Let's go!

BEEFALO.SLEEPING
WX78 :                IT BEGS TO BE TIPPED OVER
WENDY :               To sleep, perchance to dream.
WILLOW :              They look even dumber when they're sleeping.

BEEFALOHAT
WILSON :              That's a case of hat-hair waiting to happen.
WIGFRID :             That would suit me.
WILLOW :              Beast hair to go over people hair!

BEEFALOWOOL
WILLOW :              Ha! Its owner is probably naked somewhere. Or dead.

BEEHAT
WILSON :              Protects your skin, but squashes your meticulous coiffure.
WEBBER :              It's a face fortress!
WILLOW :              This will keep the pokeys off of me.

BEEHIVE
WOLFGANG :            Oh, beehive!
WILLOW :              It's full of bees!

BEEMINE
WX78 :                IMPROVISED STINGING DEVICE
WEBBER :              Would you bee mine?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A dangerous mine filled with Antophila.
WILLOW :              Bees inside. Should've put some fire in there for good measure.

BEEMINE_MAXWELL
WX78 :                AGGRESSIVE LIFEFORMS WITHIN
WOLFGANG :            Is ball full of angry bitebugs.
WENDY :               The furious creatures appreciate their freedom in retrospect.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A dangerous mine filled with Culicidae.
WOODIE :              Hey! That's just mean!
WILLOW :              Mosquitoes inside. They don't sound happy.

BELL
WILSON :              Dingalingaling.
WX78 :                BZZ BZZ BZZ
WIGFRID :             I prefer the ringing resonance of clashing blades.
WOODIE :              I'm amazed it makes such a crisp sound.
WILLOW :              Is it New Year's Eve? Are there FIREWORKS?!

BELL_BLUEPRINT
WX78 :                KNOWLEDGE WAITING TO BE ABSORBED.
WOLFGANG :            Pretty pictures!
WOODIE :              I'm not one for book learning.
WILLOW :              This will save some experimentation.

BERNIE_ACTIVE
WILSON :              That teddy bear is moving around. Interesting.
WX78 :                HANG IN THERE, BEAR!
WIGFRID :             What a brave bear!
WOLFGANG :            Is so brave!
MAXWELL :             Just what am I looking at here?
WENDY :               He dances to forget the pain.
WEBBER :              That teddy bear is moving!
WICKERBOTTOM :        That teddy bear seems to be animated somehow.
WOODIE :              I guess I should be used to weird stuff by now.
WILLOW :              Help me, Bernie!

BERNIE_INACTIVE.BROKEN
WILSON :              It finally fell apart.
WX78 :                HE HAS DIED.
WOLFGANG :            Is so broken.
MAXWELL :             It's seen better days.
WENDY :               He has passed.
WEBBER :              It's all busted up.
WICKERBOTTOM :        That bear is in need of repair.
WILLOW :              I need to fix Bernie up.

BERNIE_INACTIVE.GENERIC
WILSON :              It's all scorched.
WX78 :                IT'S SO CUDDLY!
WIGFRID :             It's a stuffed bear.
WOLFGANG :            Is so cuddly!
MAXWELL :             It makes me a little nostalgic.
WENDY :               He's had a rough life.
WEBBER :              A teddy bear.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's a teddy bear.
WOODIE :              Cute, isn't it 'Luce?
WILLOW :              My childhood buddy - Bernie!

BERRIES_JUICY
WILSON :              Extra tasty, though they won't last long.
WX78 :                THESE BIOSPHERES WILL ROT SOON.
WIGFRID :             I'd prefer a juicy steak.
WOLFGANG :            Is extra sweet and juicy!
MAXWELL :             Delightfully sweet with a subtle hint of tartness.
WENDY :               I'd better consume these before death does.
WEBBER :              Yum! Let's find more!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A variant of Ardisia crenata berries. Good hydration.
WOODIE :              That's good eatin', eh?
WILLOW :              Mmm. They pop in your mouth.

BERRIES_JUICY_COOKED
WILSON :              Better eat them before they spoil!
WX78 :                SUCCULENT.
WIGFRID :             You're not meat.
WOLFGANG :            Sweet, juicy berries is ready for eating!
MAXWELL :             They're quite delicious, actually.
WENDY :               This hasn't halted the decay, merely stalled it.
WEBBER :              They're so filling!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Spoilage is a constant threat.
WOODIE :              Mmm. These'd be perfect with some syrup.

BERRYBUSH.BARREN
WILLOW :              Eat poop, stupid plant!

BERRYBUSH.DISEASED
WILSON :              It looks pretty sick.
WX78 :                HA. DISEASE. A BIOLOGICAL LAPSE IN JUDGMENT.
WIGFRID :             Disease festers within its soul.
WOLFGANG :            Is weak. Sickly!
MAXWELL :             What has brought this blight upon my world?
WENDY :               It's not long for this world...
WEBBER :              Maybe it needs some chicken soup?
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.
WOODIE :              It's caught a bit of a bug.
WILLOW :              Burn the sick!

BERRYBUSH.DISEASING
WILSON :              Err, something's not right.
WX78 :                THIS ORGANIC SEEMS MORE INFERIOR THAN USUAL
WIGFRID :             It is weakening before mine eyes!
WOLFGANG :            Is looking shrivelly.
MAXWELL :             Looks a little off, if you ask me.
WENDY :               It is on the precipice...
WEBBER :              Are you okay, lil bush?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Hm... The leaves are curling at the edges.
WOODIE :              Lookin' a bit down.
WILLOW :              Blech. You smell.

BERRYBUSH.GENERIC
WILSON :              I think those are the edible kind.
WILLOW :              Mmmmm. Berries.

BERRYBUSH.PICKED
WENDY :               The wait begins.
WOODIE :              No berries left!
WILLOW :              But I want more berries!

BERRYBUSH.WITHERED
WX78 :                THE SYSTEM HAS OVERHEATED
WOLFGANG :            Is too hot for bush.
WOODIE :              It's perished from the heat, eh?
WILLOW :              All dried out. Primed for fire!

BERRYBUSH_JUICY.BARREN
WILSON :              It won't make any berries in this state.
WX78 :                REQUIRES BIOLOGICAL WASTE
WIGFRID :             Good.
WOLFGANG :            I need to poop on it to make juicy again.
MAXWELL :             It looks to be in need of assistance. Fertilizer, perhaps?
WENDY :               There's no life to be had here...
WICKERBOTTOM :        It needs some agricultural attention.
WOODIE :              Lookin' pretty barren.
WILLOW :              Did I say you could stop growing?!

BERRYBUSH_JUICY.DISEASED
WILSON :              It looks pretty sick.
WX78 :                HA. DISEASE. A BIOLOGICAL LAPSE IN JUDGMENT.
WIGFRID :             Disease festers within its soul.
WOLFGANG :            Is weak. Sickly!
MAXWELL :             What has brought this blight upon my world?
WENDY :               It's not long for this world...
WEBBER :              Maybe it needs some chicken soup?
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.
WOODIE :              It's caught a bit of a bug.
WILLOW :              Burn the sick!

BERRYBUSH_JUICY.DISEASING
WILSON :              Err, something's not right.
WX78 :                THIS ORGANIC SEEMS MORE INFERIOR THAN USUAL
WIGFRID :             It is weakening before mine eyes!
WOLFGANG :            Is looking shrivelly.
MAXWELL :             Looks a little off, if you ask me.
WENDY :               It is on the precipice...
WEBBER :              Are you okay, lil bush?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Hm... The leaves are curling at the edges.
WOODIE :              Lookin' a bit down.
WILLOW :              Blech. You smell.

BERRYBUSH_JUICY.GENERIC
WILSON :              I should leave them there until it's time to eat.
WX78 :                BERRY PRODUCTION: OPTIMAL
WIGFRID :             It's covered in rabbit food.
WOLFGANG :            I will eat you!
MAXWELL :             The berries will stay fresh as long as I leave them there.
WENDY :               I could strip it clean, if I so chose...
WEBBER :              Those berries look so juicy!
WICKERBOTTOM :        That bush looks ready for harvest.
WOODIE :              I see a snack.
WILLOW :              Ready for picking!

BERRYBUSH_JUICY.PICKED
WILSON :              The bush is working hard on the next batch.
WX78 :                IT'S COMPILING
WIGFRID :             The rabbit food is all gone.
MAXWELL :             I fear I'll have to wait.
WENDY :               It's given all it had to give.
WEBBER :              It's taking a nap.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It will have to wait.
WILLOW :              Make mooooore!

BERRYBUSH_JUICY.WITHERED
WILSON :              The heat even dehydrated the juicy berries!
WX78 :                COOLANT REQUIRED
WIGFRID :             It looks atrocious.
WOLFGANG :            Is it dead?
MAXWELL :             I know the feeling.
WENDY :               It has crumpled under the heat.
WEBBER :              Aww, are you sad?
WICKERBOTTOM :        The Ardisia crenata variant has shriveled in the heat.
WOODIE :              Dry as the Alberta plains.

BIGFOOT
WILSON :              That is one biiig foot.
WX78 :                OVERSIZED FOOT. HIGHLY DANGEROUS.
WIGFRID :             That's something completely different!
WOLFGANG :            Foot is too big!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Prehistoric!
WOODIE :              Watch where you're stepping!
WILLOW :              What in the world!

BIRCHNUTDRAKE
WILSON :              A mad little nut.
WX78 :                ANOTHER HORRIBLE OFFERING OF THE NATURAL WORLD
WICKERBOTTOM :        Run awaaay!
WOODIE :              I'll chop you too!
WILLOW :              Aaah! Set it on fire!

BIRDCAGE.DEAD
WILSON :              Maybe he's just resting?
WX78 :                IT'S BROKEN.
WIGFRID :             You can feast in Valhalla now, friend.
WOLFGANG :            Birdie? Are you okay?
MAXWELL :             That's a deep sleep.
WENDY :               Bereft of life, he rests in pieces.
WEBBER :              We weren't very good wardens.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I do believe he has starved.
WOODIE :              I'm sorry. I failed you.
WILLOW :              At least he's quiet now.

BIRDCAGE.HUNGRY
WILSON :              He's looking a bit peckish.
WX78 :                FLESHLINGS ARE SO PICKY.
WIGFRID :             What do you want, little friend?
WOLFGANG :            I hear tiny grumbles!
MAXWELL :             What's all the fuss about, feathers?
WENDY :               Must be hungry.
WICKERBOTTOM :        He's getting hungry.
WOODIE :              I'll get you something to eat soon, buddy.
WILLOW :              What's all the fuss about?

BIRDCAGE.SKELETON
WILSON :              That bird is definitely deceased.
WX78 :                IT MUST BE OUT OF BATTERIES.
WIGFRID :             The cage is soiled.
WOLFGANG :            He is not okay.
MAXWELL :             Maybe he wasn't sleeping.
WENDY :               That... is an ex-bird.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I guess I could study the bones.
WOODIE :              That's starting to smell.
WILLOW :              That should probably be cleaned up.

BIRDCAGE.STARVING
WILSON :              Has no one fed you in awhile?
WIGFRID :             The raven wishes to feast!
WOLFGANG :            His tiny stomach is empty!
MAXWELL :             Oh, come on. I fed you last week.
WENDY :               The emptiness is eating him from the inside out.
WEBBER :              We need to feed him.
WICKERBOTTOM :        He's looking a bit malnourished.
WOODIE :              He's got a hankering for some poutine!
WILLOW :              He won't be quiet!

BIRD_EGG
WX78 :                I HATE YOU, EGG

BIRD_EGG_COOKED
WX78 :                THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE AN IMPROVEMENT

BISHOP
WX78 :                REVEREND AUTOMATON
WILLOW :              It's a bishop!

BISHOP_CHARGE_HIT
WX78 :                DAMAGE!
WIGFRID :             Rrraugh!
WOLFGANG :            Rrrraa!
MAXWELL :             How DARE you!
WEBBER :              Owie!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Augh!
WOODIE :              Hey now!
WILLOW :              Owwww!

BISHOP_NIGHTMARE
WX78 :                THERE SEEMS TO BE A BUG IN ITS BELIEF CIRCUITS
WIGFRID :             Be wary of his blasts!
WOODIE :              I can see the internal workings!

BLOWDART_PIPE
WILSON :              Good practice for my birthday cake!
WOODIE :              Anyone want a demonstration of my impressive lungpower?

BLOWDART_SLEEP
WENDY :               Not the big sleep, just a temporary one.
WILLOW :              Tranquilized things are easier to light on fire.

BLUEAMULET
WX78 :                THIS WILL MAKE A GREAT HEATSINK.
WOODIE :              Just need a tasty beverage to cool now, eh?
WILLOW :              Boo to this.

BLUEPRINT
WX78 :                KNOWLEDGE WAITING TO BE ABSORBED.
WOLFGANG :            Pretty pictures!
WOODIE :              I'm not one for book learning.
WILLOW :              This will save some experimentation.

BLUE_CAP
WX78 :                MEDICINAL FUNGUS
WOLFGANG :            Is good for tired muscles, I think.

BLUE_CAP_COOKED
WX78 :                MODIFIED FUNGUS
WIGFRID :             I have no desire to eat it.

BLUE_MUSHROOM.GENERIC
WX78 :                BLUE FUNGUS
WOLFGANG :            Is mushy room.
WILLOW :              Dumb mushroom.

BLUE_MUSHROOM.INGROUND
WX78 :                IT IS HIDING
WOLFGANG :            Mushy room is hiding!
WOODIE :              I'll come back later.
WILLOW :              Hey! You! Get up here!

BLUE_MUSHROOM.PICKED
WX78 :                DESTROYED.
WOLFGANG :            Is taken already.
WILLOW :              Maybe it will return some day.

BOAT
WOLFGANG :            Mighty vessel fights the waters back.
MAXWELL :             It's not going anywhere.
WENDY :               It's a boat.
WEBBER :              All these legs, but we don't row.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Where did this vessel come from?
WOODIE :              Must have hit a Nor'easter.
WILLOW :              Must. Resist. Urge. To. Burn.

BONESHARD
WILSON :              Bits of bone.
WX78 :                PIECES OF STRUCTURAL SUPPORT SYSTEM
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang crush into even smaller bones!
WOODIE :              I wish I knew how to make bread.
WILLOW :              I don't think they make good tinder.

BONESTEW
WILSON :              A stew to put some meat on your bones.
WX78 :                NUTRITION ACQUIRED
WOLFGANG :            Is stew full of strong meat.
MAXWELL :             Leave no scrap unused.
WENDY :               You'd be surprised how much life can be gleaned from death and bones.
WOODIE :              Sticks to your ribs.

BOOK_BIRDS
WILSON :              No point studying when I can just wing it.
WX78 :                UPLOADING AVIAN FACTOIDS TO DATABASE...
WIGFRID :             To rule the skies!
WOLFGANG :            Book is for the birds!
MAXWELL :             What a wasteful misuse of magic.
WENDY :               Will it teach me to fly away from here?
WEBBER :              This one has pictures!
WOODIE :              I already know more than enough aboot those things.

BOOK_BRIMSTONE
WILSON :              The beginning was dull, but got better near the end.
WX78 :                A BOOK OF DESTRUCTION. EXCELLENT
WIGFRID :             This tome is brimming with Hel's fire!
WOLFGANG :            Tiny book scares Wolfgang!
MAXWELL :             I've had enough fire and brimstone for one eternity.
WENDY :               The tome to end it all...
WEBBER :              We don't like how that one ends!
WOODIE :              I know better than to mess with that, eh.
WILLOW :              That's my favorite book!

BOOK_GARDENING
WILSON :              I see no farm in reading that.
WX78 :                A USELESS TOME ON PLANT CULTIVATION
WIGFRID :             But can it tend the garden of mine soul?
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang rather grow muscle than flowers.
MAXWELL :             It's not wise to toy with forces beyond your comprehension.
WENDY :               Imagine, a rolling field of red flowers...
WEBBER :              Why should we read about flowers when we can pick them?
WOODIE :              Does it grow trees?

BOOK_SLEEP
WILSON :              Strange, it's just 500 pages of telegraph codes.
WX78 :                POWERING DOown...
WIGFRID :             Where's the drama? The suspense?
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang's eyes feel heavy like dumbbells.
MAXWELL :             I haven't had a real sleep in... ages.
WENDY :               Does it impart an eternal slumber?
WEBBER :              It's... beddy-bye time...
WOODIE :              The perfect book for a full moon.

BOOK_TENTACLES
WILSON :              Someone'll get suckered into reading this.
WX78 :                IT SUMMONS THE FLESH WOBBLERS
WIGFRID :             Knowledge grants great power!
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang wants many foes to fight!
MAXWELL :             What horrors shall be summoned from the depths?
WENDY :               Does this world need more beasts?
WEBBER :              Why are the pages all slimy?
WOODIE :              They don't have tentacles in Canada.

BRUSH
WILSON :              I bet the beefalo really like this.
WX78 :                HAIR IS AN EXTRANEOUS ADDON
WIGFRID :             Time for hair and makeup!
WOLFGANG :            For brush really strong hair!
MAXWELL :             It's like showing affection, without actually touching it.
WENDY :               Oh, to rid the world of fluff.
WEBBER :              It's more scratchy than anything.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Microscopic barbs allow for optimal hair retrieval.
WOODIE :              You could debark a log with this thing.
WILLOW :              It smells like burnt hair.

BUGNET
WX78 :                DEBUGGING IMPLEMENT
WEBBER :              I'm not a bug! We're an arachnid!
WILLOW :              Doesn't fit over Webber's big head.

BUNNYMAN
WX78 :                ITS METABOLISM OFFENDS ME
WEBBER :              Hop along, lil bunny.
WILLOW :              Ugh. They look so stupid.

BURNT_MARSH_BUSH
WILSON :              It's all burnt up.
WX78 :                BURNED
WIGFRID :             Razed to the ground.
WOLFGANG :            Is burnt now.
MAXWELL :             Utterly destroyed.
WEBBER :              All burned up.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Reduced to ash.
WOODIE :              Done for.

BUSHHAT
WEBBER :              For looking bushier!

BUTTER
WOODIE :              I prefer margarine.

BUTTERFLY.GENERIC
WOODIE :              I never trusted those things, eh?

BUTTERFLY.HELD
WX78 :                SQUISH
WOODIE :              Where are you going to run?
WILLOW :              I want to squish it.

BUTTERFLYMUFFIN
WILSON :              We threw the recipe away and just kind of winged it.
WX78 :                THE INNOCENCE ADDS FLAVOR
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang did not know about bug muffin. Would like to taste.
MAXWELL :             That should stop its incessant flapping.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Who knew butterflies made such nice baked goods?
WOODIE :              Crunchy! ...But soft?

BUTTERFLYWINGS
WOODIE :              Sorry! Sorry. How awful!

BUZZARD
WILSON :              What a bizarre buzzard!
WX78 :                GARBAGE COLLECTOR LIFEFORM
WOLFGANG :            Carry on.
WOODIE :              Stay away from those meat snacks!
WILLOW :              Your neck is gross.

CACTUS.GENERIC
WX78 :                PROTECTIVE BARRIER PRESENT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang not like sharp plant.
WOODIE :              That's gonna hurt.
WILLOW :              Spines! My weakness! How did you know?

CACTUS.PICKED
WX78 :                NO NUTRIENT-RICH MATERIAL REMAINING AT THIS TIME
WOLFGANG :            Ha! Is flat plant.
WOODIE :              Called it.
WILLOW :              We'll call it a tie.

CACTUS_FLOWER
WX78 :                REASON FOR BARRIER
WOODIE :              It's a wonder anything grows in this climate at all.

CACTUS_MEAT
WX78 :                PROTECTIVE BARRIER REMAINS
WOODIE :              Would you put nails in your mouth?

CACTUS_MEAT_COOKED
WX78 :                PROTECTIVE BARRIER REMOVED
WENDY :               Its defenses have been stripped away.
WOODIE :              Much better.

CAMPFIRE.GENERIC
WEBBER :              Sure beats the cold. And darkness.
WILLOW :              I like fire.

CANE
WILSON :              Technically walking is just controlled falling.
WENDY :               To explore to the ends of this wretched world.
WILLOW :              It's way easier to cover ground with this!

CARROT
WILSON :              Yuck. This vegetable came out of the dirt.

CARROT_COOKED
WOLFGANG :            Is not more like meat after do cooking.

CARROT_PLANTED
WX78 :                ROBOT NEEDS FOOD
WOLFGANG :            Is hiding?
WILLOW :              Maybe its special carrot friend is in the ground.

CARROT_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's a carrot seed.
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR ORANGE DIRT VEGETABLES
WOLFGANG :            Seeds is too small.
WENDY :               It's a carrot that's waiting to be.
WOODIE :              Tiny carrots.
WILLOW :              Seeds for a yucky orange vegetable.

CATCOON
WILSON :              A playful little thing.
WX78 :                CLAWS OUT
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang does not trust it.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A sort of a wildcat. Handsome fellow.
WOODIE :              Pests.
WILLOW :              Here, kitty!

CATCOONDEN.EMPTY
WILSON :              Its owner ran out of lives.
WX78 :                LIFE LOOP ENDED
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang more comfortable now that stump is empty.
WILLOW :              It's all dried up and ready for burning.

CATCOONDEN.GENERIC
WX78 :                LIFE LOOP ITERATING
WOLFGANG :            Stump is suspicious.
WOODIE :              Ugh, how many more lives do you have?
WILLOW :              I wouldn't burn it while someone lives there.

CATCOONHAT
WX78 :                FURRY HEAD COVERING
WOLFGANG :            Hat of untrust-y-ness.
WOODIE :              The traditional garb of the woodsman.

CAVE_BANANA_BURNT
WILSON :              Not my fault!
WX78 :                HA HA, DESTROYED
WIGFRID :             Thoroughly vanquished.
WOLFGANG :            Is crisp.
MAXWELL :             I refuse to be held responsible for that.
WENDY :               The death and suffering never ends.
WEBBER :              Oopsie doodle.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I do not believe this one can be restored.
WOODIE :              Such a waste.
WILLOW :              That's all I wanted!

CAVE_BANANA_COOKED
WOODIE :              Now it's a warm mush.

CAVE_BANANA_TREE
WX78 :                LIFE FINDS A WAY, UNFORTUNATELY
WOLFGANG :            Hello, upside-down tree.
WILLOW :              Looks burnable!

CAVE_ENTRANCE
WILSON :              I wonder if that rock could be moved.
WX78 :                DESCENT BLOCKED. HOW TO PROCEED?
WOLFGANG :            Even I am not that mighty.
WOODIE :              It's all bunged up.
WILLOW :              Who plugged that hole?

CAVE_ENTRANCE_OPEN.FULL
WILSON :              I'll have to wait until someone leaves to enter.
WX78 :                CAVE AT CAPACITY
WIGFRID :             It's more packed than the Thingvellir!
WOLFGANG :            Too many peoples stuffed in there.
MAXWELL :             When it's less claustrophobic, perhaps.
WENDY :               There's no room at the cave party for me...
WEBBER :              We'll explore when everyone else has had their turn!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Much too crowded for my liking.
WOODIE :              More crowded than a Toronto subway!
WILLOW :              There's too many people down there.

CAVE_ENTRANCE_OPEN.GENERIC
WILSON :              The earth itself rejects me!
WX78 :                ERROR: DON'T WANT TO
WIGFRID :             I've no desire to visit Hel today.
WOLFGANG :            Who wants to go in scary cave hole, anyway!
WENDY :               I'm too busy descending into madness to descend that cave.
WEBBER :              We'd rather visit our spider friends on the surface.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Perhaps when I am better prepared.
WOODIE :              There're probably no trees down there anyway.
WILLOW :              I don't want to go in that gross hole!

CAVE_ENTRANCE_OPEN.OPEN
WX78 :                DESCEND?
WOLFGANG :            World has belly button!
MAXWELL :             Off to plunder the depths.
WILLOW :              I hope there's lava down there somewhere.

CAVE_ENTRANCE_RUINS
WILSON :              It's probably hiding something.
WX78 :                DESCENT BLOCKED. HOW TO PROCEED?
WOLFGANG :            Even I am not that mighty.
MAXWELL :             Probably shouldn't venture any deeper.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The passage has been obstructed.
WOODIE :              It's all bunged up.
WILLOW :              Who plugged that hole?

CAVE_EXIT.FULL
WILSON :              The surface is too crowded!
WX78 :                SURFACE AT CAPACITY
WIGFRID :             There are too many people up there.
WOLFGANG :            Please make room! Mighty Wolfgang is scared!
MAXWELL :             I'd rather stay here than mingle with the crowds above.
WENDY :               Oh... I guess I'm not invited to the surface party...
WEBBER :              They don't have enough space for us!
WICKERBOTTOM :        With all those people? It's bound to be cacophony.
WOODIE :              Sorry! I'll wait til you're all done up there!
WILLOW :              There's too many people up there.

CAVE_EXIT.GENERIC
WILSON :              I'll just stay down here, I suppose.
WX78 :                ERROR: DON'T WANT TO
WIGFRID :             I've had enough of Sol's shining face for one day.
WOLFGANG :            Please let Wolfgang out!
WENDY :               Why leave? The light here compliments my complexion.
WEBBER :              We like it down here.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Perhaps later.
WOODIE :              Maybe later. I've gotten cozy down here.
WILLOW :              It's cooler down here, anyway.

CAVE_EXIT.OPEN
WX78 :                SOLAR ARRAY NEEDS REFUELING.
WOLFGANG :            Is dark and scary down here.
MAXWELL :             Onward to the next thing.
WILLOW :              It's too dark and stuffy down here.

CAVE_FERN
WX78 :                YOUR CHARMS WILL NOT WORK ON ME, PLANT.
WOLFGANG :            Pretty plant!
WENDY :               A touch of color in the darkness.

CHARCOAL
WILLOW :              Mmmm. Smells like fire.

CHESSJUNK1
WX78 :                EX-AUTOMATON
WOLFGANG :            Metal junk.
MAXWELL :             There's a reason I never finished that.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The magician's unfinished projects?
WOODIE :              Dead metal.
WILLOW :              Dead windup horsey.

CHESSJUNK2
WX78 :                EX-AUTOMATON
WIGFRID :             More fallen mechanical warriors.
WOLFGANG :            Metal junk.
MAXWELL :             That one was a jerk.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The magician's unfinished projects?
WOODIE :              Dead metal.
WILLOW :              Dead windup priest.

CHESSJUNK3
WX78 :                EX-AUTOMATON
WIGFRID :             Someone should really clean this place up.
WOLFGANG :            Metal junk.
MAXWELL :             Didn't like that one's face.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The magician's unfinished projects?
WOODIE :              Dead metal.
WILLOW :              Dead windup castle.

CHESTER
WILSON :              Otto von Chesterfield, Esq.
WEBBER :              Haha. You make all our stuff slobbery.
WOODIE :              He's doing his best!
WILLOW :              He's so fuzzy!

CHESTER_EYEBONE.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            It is eyebone. Eyebone connect to facebone.
WOODIE :              No one ever told him it was rude to stare.
WILLOW :              It's rude to stare.

CHESTER_EYEBONE.WAITING
WX78 :                SLEEP MODE ACTIVE
WOODIE :              I wonder if it will ever wake up again.
WILLOW :              At least it's not looking at me anymore.

COLDFIRE.GENERIC
WICKERBOTTOM :        A rather strange, magical fire pit.
WOODIE :              This'll make it feel more like home.
WILLOW :              I like fire of all kinds.

COLDFIRE.HIGH
WILLOW :              BURN! BURN FASTER! AND BLUER!

COLDFIRE.LOW
WOLFGANG :            The fire is not cold enough.

COLDFIRE.NORMAL
WX78 :                INVERTED FIRE. STRANGE.

COLDFIREPIT.GENERIC
WX78 :                COLD AND LIGHT
WILLOW :              I could watch it for hours, even though it's cold.

COLDFIREPIT.HIGH
WOODIE :              That's too much wood too fast!
WILLOW :              BURN! BURN FASTER! AND BLUER!

COLDFIREPIT.LOW
WOLFGANG :            The fire is not cold enough.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The fire could use some more fuel, whatever fuel it takes.

COLDFIREPIT.NORMAL
WX78 :                THIS ENDOTHERMIC FIRE IS FULLY OPERATIONAL

COMPASS.E
WOLFGANG :            Is East.

COMPASS.GENERIC
WILSON :              Which way am I facing?
WX78 :                UNABLE TO OBTAIN BEARINGS
WIGFRID :             A reading cannot be gleaned.
WOLFGANG :            Is all directions, but no directions.
MAXWELL :             I've lost my way.
WENDY :               I am directionless.
WEBBER :              No reading!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The coordinates remain unknown.
WOODIE :              Points to the True North.

COMPASS.S
WENDY :               North. No wait, South.

COMPASS.W
WOLFGANG :            Is West.

COOKEDMANDRAKE
WOLFGANG :            Little plant man is food?
MAXWELL :             It has lost a lot of its power.
WOODIE :              Was that a bad thing to do?

COOKEDMEAT
WOODIE :              Just like my dear old ma used to make.
WILLOW :              Unseasoned meat... great.

COOKEDMONSTERMEAT
MAXWELL :             It's still filthy.
WEBBER :              I don't know what everyone's complaining about.

COOKEDSMALLMEAT
WILLOW :              Gonna need a lot of appetizers to survive out here!

COOKPOT.BURNT
WILSON :              The pot got cooked.
WX78 :                POT MALFUNCTIONING
WOLFGANG :            Pot is dead.

COOKPOT.COOKING_LONG
WOLFGANG :            This take long time.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's got a bit to go before it's ready.

COOKPOT.COOKING_SHORT
WOLFGANG :            Is almost cook!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Almost done!

COOKPOT.DONE
WOLFGANG :            Is time to eat!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Supper time!

COOKPOT.EMPTY
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will cook good meal for friends, meal like home!
WILLOW :              All food must be cleansed with fire.

COONTAIL
WILSON :              I think it's still swishing.
WX78 :                TAIL ACQUIRED
WIGFRID :             It is the tail of cute meat.
WOLFGANG :            Wiggly cat part!
MAXWELL :             Tale of tails.
WENDY :               It's matted, patchy and putrid.
WEBBER :              I always liked pulling Whiskers' tail.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A flexible torso appendage.
WOODIE :              That's the end of that cat's tale.
WILLOW :              I've kept stranger things than that.

CORN
WICKERBOTTOM :        Zea mays, a great staple food.

CORN_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's a corn seed.
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR YELLOW CALORIE CONES
WOLFGANG :            Is seeds for grow corn.
WENDY :               The seed of life, so tiny in my hand.
WOODIE :              I'm more of a hewer of wood than a tiller of soil.
WILLOW :              Seeds for my favorite explosive vegetable.

CROW.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            I do not like birds. Too fragile.

CROW.HELD
WOLFGANG :            He is squawky.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A perfectly handsome specimen.

CUTGRASS
WENDY :               It never even knew it was alive. How fortunate.

CUTLICHEN
WILSON :              Nutritious, but it won't last long.
WX78 :                THIS WILL CRUMBLE AWAY SOON.
WIGFRID :             Even if I ate plants, I wouldn't eat THAT plant.
WOLFGANG :            Tastes terrible.
WOODIE :              Yum! Tastes woody!
WILLOW :              Blah, tastes like sawdust.

CUTREEDS
WENDY :               The blade has sentenced you to death.
WILLOW :              Cut reeds, ready for burning. Or maybe crafting.

CUTSTONE
WOODIE :              Part of the Canadian shield.

DEADLYFEAST
WILSON :              A most potent dish.
WX78 :                POISON DETECTED
WIGFRID :             A most potent dish.
WOLFGANG :            Look like evil food.
MAXWELL :             It smells... noxious.
WENDY :               This, a fitting final meal.
WEBBER :              Scent of doom.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'm not sure that's good to eat.
WILLOW :              Fire didn't cure this dish of being nasty.

DECIDUOUSTREE.BURNT
WX78 :                YOU LOSE. GOOD.

DECIDUOUSTREE.CHOPPED
WX78 :                THE NATURAL WORLD IS OVERRATED
WOLFGANG :            Ha! You lose, tiny tree!
WEBBER :              Would a cool bandaid make it better, Mr. Tree?

DECIDUOUSTREE.GENERIC
MAXWELL :             An acquaintance of mine describes them as \"leafy\".

DECIDUOUSTREE.POISON
WILSON :              It looks unhappy about me stealing those birchnuts!
WX78 :                THE MONSTER WITHIN REARS ITS HEAD
WIGFRID :             This firewood will take a bit of extra work.
WOLFGANG :            Is big and angry tree.
WENDY :               Extra-spooky!
WOODIE :              You're due for a chopping.
WILLOW :              A fire would set'em straight.

DEERCLOPS_EYEBALL
WX78 :                A GIANT ORGANIC LENS
WIGFRID :             Delicious! I should like to share it with my new allies.
WOODIE :              Now what is this good for?

DEPLETED_GRASS.GENERIC
WILSON :              It's probably a tuft of grass.
WX78 :                AN EXPIRED TUFT OF GRASS
WIGFRID :             It's probably a tuft of grass.
MAXWELL :             That's not doing anyone any good.
WENDY :               The remains of a tuft of grass.
WEBBER :              It was once grass.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A tuft of a graminoid.
WOODIE :              It's probably a tuft of grass.
WILLOW :              What a sorry looking piece of... grass?

DEVTOOL
WILSON :              It smells of bacon!
WIGFRID :             It smells of bacon!
WEBBER :              Axe me a question!
WOODIE :              I'm not commenting on that.

DEVTOOL_NODEV
WILSON :              I'm not strong enough to wield it.
WIGFRID :             I'm not strong enough to wield it.
WEBBER :              I can't wield that.

DIRTPILE
WOLFGANG :            Dirty dirt.
WILLOW :              Who just leaves dirt lying around in the forest?

DIVININGROD.COLD
WX78 :                SIGNAL STRENGTH: LOW
WOLFGANG :            The robot box is talking.
WOODIE :              It's really fuzzy from here.
WILLOW :              It's making some kind of noise.

DIVININGROD.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Is robot box.
WOODIE :              I wonder if it gets the hockey game.
WILLOW :              It's full of electrical junk.

DIVININGROD.HOT
WX78 :                SIGNAL STRENGTH: EXTREMELY HIGH
WOLFGANG :            Robot box is scaring me!
WOODIE :              Loud and clear! Something's near!
WILLOW :              Gah! Enough with the beeping!

DIVININGROD.WARM
WX78 :                SIGNAL STRENGTH: MEDIUM
WOLFGANG :            Ha! That is good one, robot box!
WOODIE :              I think I'm getting closer.
WILLOW :              This thing is getting noisier.

DIVININGROD.WARMER
WX78 :                SIGNAL STRENGTH: HIGH
WOLFGANG :            Robot box is getting angry...
WOODIE :              Woah, careful there, bud.
WILLOW :              Must be close!

DIVININGRODBASE.GENERIC
WX78 :                PURPOSE UNCLEAR.
WOLFGANG :            What is purpose?
WICKERBOTTOM :        It will need some work before it can function.
WOODIE :              It looks like something should plug in.
WILLOW :              Not sure what this does. Doesn't seem like it's fiery things.

DIVININGRODBASE.READY
WX78 :                INPUT OF LARGE KEY WILL BRING ROD ONLINE.
WIGFRID :             Seems it's missing a piece...
WOLFGANG :            Rod thing need key to make start.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It simply needs a key now.
WOODIE :              It's ready to be unlocked.
WILLOW :              Just needs to be unlocked with a key. Not fire, unfortunately.

DIVININGRODBASE.UNLOCKED
WX78 :                ROD IS FULLY OPERATIONAL.
WOLFGANG :            Rod thing is on!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah. The beauty of functionality.
WOODIE :              Now all it needs is to be turned on.
WILLOW :              It's whirring now!

DIVININGRODSTART
WX78 :                ROD COULD BE A USEFUL TOOL.
WOLFGANG :            Is funny rod thing.
WENDY :               I could use that.
WOODIE :              That's a weird looking rod.
WILLOW :              I'll make something out of it.

DRAGONFLY
WILSON :              That's one fly dragon!
WX78 :                HIGH TEMPERATURE RADIATING FROM FLY BEAST.
WOLFGANG :            I confuse... Is dragonfly, or dragon-fly?
WOODIE :              She'll burn all the trees before I can chop them!
WILLOW :              It's filled with fire!

DRAGONFLYCHEST
WX78 :                CAN HANDLE EXTREMELY HIGH TEMPERATURES
WOODIE :              Gaudy if you ask me.

DRAGONFRUIT
WOLFGANG :            Is funny-looking fruit.

DRAGONFRUIT_COOKED
WIGFRID :             Grilled fancy fruit.
WOLFGANG :            Is cooked but still look funny.

DRAGONFRUIT_SEEDS
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR HEALING FRUIT
WOLFGANG :            Could use to grow funny fruit, maybe.
WENDY :               It's a seed. It won't grow a dragon.
WOODIE :              Maybe I can grow more.
WILLOW :              Seeds for that fire-looking fruit.

DRAGONPIE
WILSON :              The dragonfruit is very filling.
WX78 :                SO MUCH CELLULOSE
WOLFGANG :            Pie made of funny red fruit.
MAXWELL :             Simply exquisite.
WEBBER :              Oh! Sweet and tasty!!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I do love a nice fruit pie.
WOODIE :              Almost as good as butter tarts!

DRAGON_SCALES
WILSON :              They're still warm.
WX78 :                FLAME-TREATED BODY PLATING
WOLFGANG :            Glowy scales.
WOODIE :              I still don't believe in dragons.
WILLOW :              Oooooooh! I LIKE those.

DRUMSTICK
WIGFRID :             Leg of beastie.
WENDY :               Makes a good thud, and it's nutritious!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A leg of poultry.

DRUMSTICK_COOKED
WILSON :              Even better for gobbling!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Not terribly healthy, but my is it delicious!

DUG_BERRYBUSH
WIGFRID :             I should like to see that returned to the earth goddess.
WENDY :               How sad. You've no home.
WILLOW :              What's the matter, got no dirt?

DUG_BERRYBUSH_JUICY
WILSON :              This could be replanted closer to home.
WIGFRID :             I should like to see that returned to the earth goddess.
WOLFGANG :            He is cold, and juicy.
MAXWELL :             I could find a much better place for it.
WENDY :               How does it feel to be ripped from your home?
WOODIE :              This would be more useful somewhere else, eh?
WILLOW :              What's the matter, got no dirt?

DUG_GRASS
WILSON :              It can be planted anywhere now.
WIGFRID :             I should like to see that returned to the earth goddess.
WENDY :               I like it dead, but it should probably be returned to the earth.
WILLOW :              What's the matter, got no dirt?

DUG_MARSH_BUSH
WIGFRID :             I should like to see that returned to the earth goddess.
WENDY :               I like it dead, but it should probably be returned to the earth.
WILLOW :              What's the matter, got no dirt?

DUG_SAPLING
WIGFRID :             I should like to see that returned to the earth goddess.
MAXWELL :             I can't believe I'm reduced to this.
WENDY :               I like it dead, but it should probably be returned to the earth.
WOODIE :              Mmmmm. It's all twiggy.
WILLOW :              What's the matter, got no dirt?

DURIAN
WOLFGANG :            Is spiky smelly fruit.

DURIAN_COOKED
WIGFRID :             What was the purpose of cooking this?
WOLFGANG :            Now is hot spiky smelly fruit.

DURIAN_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's a durian seed.
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR FILTHY STINK PLANTS
WOLFGANG :            Tiny baby spiky fruit plant.
WENDY :               Miraculously, the seeds don't smell.
WOODIE :              Why would I want to grow more of those things?
WILLOW :              Smelly seeds for a smelly fruit.

EARMUFFSHAT
WILSON :              Makes you warm and fuzzy inside. Outside, too.
WX78 :                GREAT FOR DROWNING OUT ORGANIC CHATTER
WENDY :               Their bitter end offers protection from the bitter cold.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Poor Leporidae. At least it's warm.

EEL
WX78 :                IT'S BEEN RIPPED FROM ITS HOME. THIS IS FUNNY TO ME!
WOLFGANG :            Eel needs cooking!
MAXWELL :             It slithers all the way down.
WOODIE :              This should cook up nicely.

EEL_COOKED
WX78 :                THE FLAMES HELP CONDENSE THE ENERGY
MAXWELL :             Still rather grotesque.
WOODIE :              This cooked up nicely.

EGGPLANT_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's an eggplant seed.
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR ILLOGICAL PLANTS
WOLFGANG :            Teensy fake egg plant.
WENDY :               It's a nightshade seed.
WOODIE :              Hmmm. I'm not sure.
WILLOW :              Will these seeds make a plant or baby bird?

EVERGREEN.BURNT
WX78 :                OBLITERATED.

EVERGREEN.CHOPPED
WX78 :                THE NATURAL WORLD IS OVERRATED
WOLFGANG :            Ha! You stood no chance!
WEBBER :              Would a cool bandaid make it better, Mr. Tree?

EVERGREEN_SPARSE.BURNT
WX78 :                OBLITERATED.

EVERGREEN_SPARSE.CHOPPED
WX78 :                THE NATURAL WORLD IS OVERRATED
WOLFGANG :            Ha! You stood no chance!
WEBBER :              Would a cool bandaid make it better, Mr. Tree?

EVERGREEN_SPARSE.GENERIC
WX78 :                PATHETIC TREE DROPS NO BABIES
WOLFGANG :            Cheer up, tree!

EYEBRELLAHAT
WILSON :              It watches over the wearer.
WX78 :                EYE MATERIAL IS SURPRISINGLY ELASTIC
WOODIE :              Always good to have something watching over you.
WILLOW :              Keeps the rain out your eyes and in someone else's.

EYEPLANT
WX78 :                EXTERNAL SIGHT MODULES.
WOLFGANG :            They are not what they seem.
WILLOW :              They spread like fire.

EYETURRET
WX78 :                MIGHTY BEASTS HAVE BEEN TAMED TO FIGHT FOR ME.
WOODIE :              That'll drive the hosers off.
WILLOW :              I wish it lit stuff on fire.

EYETURRET_ITEM
WX78 :                IT REQUIRES INSTALLATION
WOLFGANG :            It needs strong placing.
WOODIE :              This needs to be installed properly.
WILLOW :              It's no good until it's been placed.

FARMPLOT.BURNT
WX78 :                PERMANENTLY DEACTIVATED
WOLFGANG :            No more growing.

FARMPLOT.GENERIC
WX78 :                IT IS NOT CURRENTLY ACTIVE

FARMPLOT.GROWING
WILSON :              Go plants go!
WIGFRID :             They're growing stronger.
WOLFGANG :            Grow my little friends! Grow!
WEBBER :              C'mooon, plants!

FARMPLOT.NEEDSFERTILIZER
WOLFGANG :            Dirt is not dirty enough to make plants.

FEATHERFAN
WILSON :              Down, to bring the temperature down.
WX78 :                EXCELLENT COOLING SYSTEM

FEATHERHAT
MAXWELL :             I always considered myself the peacock of people.
WEBBER :              It looks like it took a whole flock to make that hat!

FEATHER_CROW
WX78 :                IT HAS BEEN SEPARATED FROM ITS BIRD
WOLFGANG :            Is feather of bird black.
WILLOW :              Crow feather. It probably smells terrible on fire.

FEATHER_ROBIN
WX78 :                IT HAS BEEN SEPARATED FROM ITS BIRD
WOLFGANG :            Is feather of bird red.
WILLOW :              Redbird feather. It probably smells terrible on fire.

FEATHER_ROBIN_WINTER
WX78 :                IT HAS BEEN SEPARATED FROM ITS BIRD
WOLFGANG :            Is feather of bird white.
WILLOW :              Snowbird feather. It probably smells terrible on fire.

FEM_PUPPET
WX78 :                SHE APPEARS TO BE TRAPPED.
WOLFGANG :            Scary chair scares her!
WILLOW :              She looks scared half to death.

FERTILIZER
WX78 :                BUCKET OF ANIMAL WASTE
WOLFGANG :            Bucket full of smelly.
MAXWELL :             It's not gentlemanly to carry manure in one's hands.

FIREFLIES.GENERIC
WX78 :                BIOLUMINESCENT INSECTS
WOLFGANG :            Sparkly!
WOODIE :              Reminds me of Algonquin park.
WILLOW :              I wish they didn't run away!

FIREFLIES.HELD
WOLFGANG :            My pocket is sparkles!
WENDY :               Tiny lights, stranded from the world outside my pocket.
WOODIE :              I've got a pocket full of sunshine!
WILLOW :              They're like little fires in my pocket!

FIREHOUND
WENDY :               His disposition is fiery.
WILLOW :              I actually kind of like that one.

FIREPIT.EMBERS
WENDY :               Don't give up, little flame!

FIREPIT.GENERIC
WENDY :               A flame to keep the horrors at bay.
WEBBER :              Sure beats the cold. And darkness.

FIREPIT.HIGH
WENDY :               This fire burns with passion!

FIREPIT.LOW
WENDY :               It's losing the will to go on.

FIREPIT.NORMAL
WENDY :               It's a comfort.

FIREPIT.OUT
WENDY :               This can be rekindled, unlike my heart.

FIRESTAFF
WX78 :                THIS STAFF HAS BEEN OPTIMIZED FOR COMBUSTION
WIGFRID :             That we might become Masters of Fire!
WOODIE :              I don't trust any sort of magic business.
WILLOW :              That's my absolute favorite toy.

FIRESUPPRESSOR.LOWFUEL
WX78 :                FRIEND NEEDS FOOD BADLY
WOLFGANG :            Are you hungry, machine?
WOODIE :              It craves wood.

FIRESUPPRESSOR.OFF
WX78 :                QUIET FRIEND
WOLFGANG :            Machine know Wolfgang is stronger.
WOODIE :              Lazy thing.

FIRESUPPRESSOR.ON
WX78 :                FRIEND IS WHIRRING
WOLFGANG :            I can throw better.
WOODIE :              Save the trees!

FISH
WX78 :                IT'S TO SCALE

FISHINGROD
WOLFGANG :            Is for get fishy from pond place.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I've read all about fishing. It should be a snap.

FISHSTICKS
WILSON :              Sticks to your ribs.
WX78 :                FISH FLAVORED ENERGY RODS
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha, is funny name.
MAXWELL :             These should tide me over.
WEBBER :              One of my favorite foods! Just me though.
WOODIE :              Elegant dining in a box.

FISHTACOS
WILSON :              Crunchy and delicious!
WX78 :                THE FISH HAVE FULFILLED THEIR HIGHER PURPOSE
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang hope is not too spicy.
MAXWELL :             Cooked fish in a crunchy shell.
WOODIE :              Tastes like the sea, eh?

FLINT
WILLOW :              The poor man's fire-starter.

FLOWER.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            They are very pretty.
WILLOW :              I don't have time to waste on flowers.

FLOWER.ROSE
WILSON :              To match my rosy cheeks.
WX78 :                A REVOLTING SYMBOL OF HUMAN LOVE
WIGFRID :             Were that I smelled half as sweet.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang tried to crush it, but it pricked him.
MAXWELL :             This is wrong.
WENDY :               Prickly and blood red...
WEBBER :              Bright red petals! We love it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, a Rosa Macdub... what's it doing out here?
WOODIE :              Not very satisfying chopping, that.
WILLOW :              I'd like to burn this flower in particular.

FLOWERSALAD
WILSON :              A bowl of foliage.
WX78 :                SO MUCH CELLULOSE
WIGFRID :             Leaves are for animals. Animals are for eating.
WOLFGANG :            Is not spinach, but maybe still work!
WOODIE :              Healthy, but not very hardy.

FLOWER_CAVE
WX78 :                POWER SOURCE: UNKNOWN
WOLFGANG :            Is light plant.

FLOWER_CAVE_DOUBLE
WX78 :                POWER SOURCE: UNKNOWN
WOLFGANG :            Is light plant.

FLOWER_CAVE_TRIPLE
WX78 :                POWER SOURCE: UNKNOWN
WOLFGANG :            Is light plant.

FLOWER_EVIL
WX78 :                HEY THERE, FLOWERS. WANNA... KILL ALL HUMANS?
WOLFGANG :            Is not potato.

FLOWER_WITHERED
WILSON :              I don't think it got enough sun.
WX78 :                HAHAHA DIE DIE DIE DIE
WIGFRID :             Not enough time in the limelight.
WOLFGANG :            Aw, this one is sad.
MAXWELL :             It got what it deserved.
WENDY :               This is the fate of all things.
WEBBER :              Aww so sad!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This flower lacks the essentials for growth.
WOODIE :              Someone's got a brown thumb.

FOLIAGE
WX78 :                A LIFE HAS ENDED. YAY.
WOLFGANG :            Pretty plant is dead now.
WILLOW :              Fuel for the fire.

FOOTBALLHAT
WOLFGANG :            To protect head!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Protective gear for full-contact endeavors.

FROG.DEAD
WX78 :                CONGRATULATIONS. YOU DID TERRIBLY
WILLOW :              Showed him!

FROG.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Hey little froggy, froggy.
WOODIE :              I don't trust anything that can't decide between air and water.
WILLOW :              He's too damp to burn.

FROG.SLEEPING
WOLFGANG :            Is asleep.

FROGGLEBUNWICH
WILSON :              A very leggy sandwich.
WX78 :                DELICIOUS FROG FUEL
WOLFGANG :            Is sandwich with tasty leg meat.
MAXWELL :             Has a bit of a kick to it.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It was an interesting choice to serve it as a sandwich.
WOODIE :              You can really taste the swamp.
WILLOW :              If you close your eyes it's a little easier to get it down.

FRUITMEDLEY
WILSON :              Fruity.
WX78 :                ENERGY IN A CUP
WOLFGANG :            Is cup of teensy fruits.
MAXWELL :             This would be great with a simple cheese plate.
WOODIE :              In syrup!

FURTUFT
WILSON :              Black and white fur.
WX78 :                UNPLEASANTLY FUZZY
WIGFRID :             Fur from a large beastie.
WOLFGANG :            Fur from bear?
MAXWELL :             Not quite enough for a rug.
WENDY :               This came from a living creature.
WEBBER :              Fluffy, and not from a spider.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fur from a Bearger.
WOODIE :              Shh! The creature might still be around.
WILLOW :              Black and white and fuzzy all over!

GEARS
WX78 :                GUTS
WOLFGANG :            Ah ha! Who is bigger muscles now?
WEBBER :              WX eats them by the fistful!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Various cogs and wheels.
WOODIE :              I never could figure these things out.
WILLOW :              These must make them move.

GEMSOCKET.GEMS
WILSON :              It needs a gem.
WX78 :                IT REQUIRES A BATTERY
WIGFRID :             It lacks its gem.
MAXWELL :             The fuel needs a focus.
WENDY :               It looks so empty.
WEBBER :              Looks empty.
WOODIE :              It'll need a gem.

GEMSOCKET.VALID
WX78 :                POWER == ON
WIGFRID :             Showtime!
WOLFGANG :            Pretty rock now hovers.
MAXWELL :             This one's ready.
WENDY :               The gem has focused it.
WILLOW :              I wonder how they hover?

GHOST
WOODIE :              Boo! Ha ha!
WILLOW :              You can't kill what's already dead.

GLOMMER
WILSON :              It's cute, in a gross kind of way.
WX78 :                SENTIENT VERSION OF THE STONE INSECT
WOLFGANG :            Why you follow, weird bug?
WOODIE :              Keep flapping, little guy!
WILLOW :              It's fuzzy! And slimy...

GLOMMERFLOWER.DEAD
WILSON :              The petals droop and shimmer in the light.
WX78 :                RIGIDITY MAINTAINED
WIGFRID :             It was once a wonder of the woods.
WOLFGANG :            Is sad and shiny flower.
MAXWELL :             Flower power forever.
WENDY :               Even flowers of the night die.
WEBBER :              I spoke too soon. It smells worse now.
WOODIE :              Dead and still slimy.
WILLOW :              I wonder if it burns...

GLOMMERFLOWER.GENERIC
WX78 :                ESPECIALLY RIGID FLOWER
WOLFGANG :            Is shiny flower.
WOODIE :              Even the flower is slimy.
WILLOW :              Why does everything have to be a flower?!

GLOMMERFUEL
WILSON :              This goop smells foul.
WX78 :                SLIME OF UNCLEAR ORIGINS
WOLFGANG :            Weird bug make weird poop.
WOODIE :              Yep, his slime is slimy too.
WILLOW :              It's goopy and weird.

GLOMMERWINGS
WX78 :                ESPECIALLY RIGID WINGS
WOLFGANG :            Small like fairy wings.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The pennons of that strange specimen.
WOODIE :              Unsurprisingly, the wings are slimy.
WILLOW :              They're so small!

GOATMILK
WX78 :                EXCITED MILK
WOODIE :              I think the electricity curdled it.

GOLDENPITCHFORK
WILSON :              Why did I even make a pitchfork this fancy?
WIGFRID :             A weapon of very wealthy farmers.
WOLFGANG :            Fancy pitchfork good for stab ground.
MAXWELL :             I'm not sure this was a good investment.
WENDY :               One might as well till fields with style.
WEBBER :              We can do some fancy forking with this.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The most malleable of metals, but let's see how this tills.
WOODIE :              Welp. I can't unmake it, so...

GOLDNUGGET
WIGFRID :             Such a pleasing gold piece.
WENDY :               Even in purgatory it remains the most precious of metals.
WILLOW :              What should we spend it on??

GOOSE_FEATHER
WILSON :              Fluffy!
WX78 :                FEATHERS FROM STRANGE LIFEFORMS
WOLFGANG :            Tickle tickle tickle!
WOODIE :              Pillowy plumage.
WILLOW :              So snuggly!

GRASS.BURNING
WILLOW :              Fire! Wooo!

GRASS.DISEASED
WILSON :              It looks pretty sick.
WX78 :                HA. DISEASE. A BIOLOGICAL LAPSE IN JUDGMENT.
WIGFRID :             Disease festers within its soul.
WOLFGANG :            Is weak. Sickly!
MAXWELL :             What has brought this blight upon my world?
WENDY :               It's not long for this world...
WEBBER :              Maybe it needs some chicken soup?
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.
WOODIE :              It's caught a bit of a bug.
WILLOW :              Burn the sick!

GRASS.DISEASING
WILSON :              Err, something's not right.
WX78 :                THIS ORGANIC SEEMS MORE INFERIOR THAN USUAL
WIGFRID :             It is weakening before mine eyes!
WOLFGANG :            Is looking shrivelly.
MAXWELL :             Looks a little off, if you ask me.
WENDY :               It is on the precipice...
WEBBER :              Are you okay, lil tuft?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Hm... There are spots of discoloration here.
WOODIE :              Lookin' a bit down.
WILLOW :              Blech. You smell.

GRASS.GENERIC
WILLOW :              It's a flammable tuft of grass.

GRASS.PICKED
WIGFRID :             I eagerly await the next harvest.
WILLOW :              Grass stubble is kind of useless.

GRASS.WITHERED
WX78 :                NEEDS IMPROVED COOLING SYSTEM
WOODIE :              Maybe it'd thrive if it was cooler out?
WILLOW :              Nice, dry, and ready to burn!

GRASSGEKKO.DISEASED
WILSON :              It looks really sick.
WX78 :                I'M IMMUNE TO PATHOGENS. HA HA.
WIGFRID :             Alas! It is stricken.
WOLFGANG :            It looks worst than before.
MAXWELL :             It's sickly and frail.
WENDY :               It's suffering.
WEBBER :              It's got ouchies in its tummy.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It appears to be infected by some unknown pathogen.
WOODIE :              It's lookin' pretty unhealthy.
WILLOW :              Double ew!

GRASSGEKKO.GENERIC
WILSON :              It's an extra leafy lizard.
WX78 :                MUCH MORE FUN THAN PICKING GRASS
WIGFRID :             What flaxen scales.
WOLFGANG :            Lizard looks flimsy.
MAXWELL :             I'm sure its tail grows back.
WENDY :               This is a creature ruled by fear.
WEBBER :              Hey! You dropped something!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I've never encountered this species before. Seems harmless.
WOODIE :              Where's the log lizard?

GRASS_UMBRELLA
WILSON :              My hair looks good wet... it's when it dries that's the problem.
WX78 :                MODERATE STRENGTH PROTECTIVE SCREEN
WIGFRID :             Flowers are not befitting a warrior, but wet armor is even worse.
MAXWELL :             It's more \"pretty\" than \"dapper\".

GREENAMULET
WILSON :              No base should be without one!
WX78 :                CONSERVATION OF MASS... IGNORED
WOLFGANG :            Is so light! Feels like nothingness!
MAXWELL :             A crutch for pitiful mortals without godlike powers. What?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Works almost as a magical binding agent.
WOODIE :              I get a bit of a weird feeling around these things.

GREENSTAFF
WX78 :                HAHAHA! SUCH A POWERFUL TOOL.
WOODIE :              This'll help me dismantle stuff!
WILLOW :              It won't start a fire but I guess it's still useful.

GREEN_CAP
WX78 :                CULINARY FUNGUS
WICKERBOTTOM :        Seems edible, though it may not be totally sane to consume it.

GREEN_CAP_COOKED
WX78 :                MODIFIED FUNGUS

GREEN_MUSHROOM.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Is mushy room.
WILLOW :              Stupid mushroom.

GREEN_MUSHROOM.INGROUND
WX78 :                IT IS HIDING
WOLFGANG :            Mushy room is hiding!
WILLOW :              Hey! You! Get up here!

GREEN_MUSHROOM.PICKED
WX78 :                DESTROYED.
WOLFGANG :            Is taken already.
WOODIE :              I'll have to be patient.
WILLOW :              Maybe it will return some day.

GUACAMOLE
WILSON :              Avogadro's favorite dish.
WX78 :                CRUSHED MOLES. GREEN.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang does not trust green mush.
WOODIE :              I'm not sure I trust it.

GUANO
WX78 :                MORE POOP. SIGH.
WOLFGANG :            More poop.
WOODIE :              It stinks less than the other kind.
WILLOW :              It burns like normal poop.

GUNPOWDER
WEBBER :              This black powder stuff packs a punch.

HAMMER
WENDY :               This hammer does not create... it only destroys...

HEALINGSALVE
WIGFRID :             Be filled with life!
WOLFGANG :            Helps friends with boo-boos.

HEATROCK.COLD
WX78 :                TEMPERATURE SLIGHTLY BELOW NORMAL
WOLFGANG :            Rock is a little bit cold.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's a bit chilly.

HEATROCK.FROZEN
WILSON :              It's colder than ice.
WX78 :                TEMPERATURE MINIMAL
WOLFGANG :            Brrr! Is cold rock!
WOODIE :              Brrr! It's frozen.
WILLOW :              Frozen solid.

HEATROCK.GENERIC
WILSON :              I could manipulate its temperature.
WX78 :                A DECEPTIVELY SIMPLE DEVICE
WILLOW :              A fire would liven this thing up!

HEATROCK.HOT
WX78 :                TEMPERATURE MAXIMAL

HEATROCK.WARM
WX78 :                MINOR THERMAL ACTIVITY DETECTED
WICKERBOTTOM :        It is retaining thermal energy. But only a bit.

HOME
WIGFRID :             Home is where the hearth is!
WOLFGANG :            Tiny house for weaklings!
MAXWELL :             There's no place like it.
WENDY :               A pathetic simulcra...
WEBBER :              Hellooo? We're here!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A place to kick up one's feet.
WILLOW :              I'm gonna burn it.

HOMESIGN.BURNT
WILSON :              \"Don't play with matches.\"
WX78 :                YOU ARE BURNT.
MAXWELL :             Somehow, it says even less now.
WOODIE :              Wood is the best at burning.
WILLOW :              Hahaha, yesss!

HOMESIGN.GENERIC
MAXWELL :             \"You are here\"... I wish I wasn't!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A navigational aid. \"You are here\".

HOMESIGN.UNWRITTEN
WILSON :              The sign is currently blank.
WX78 :                INPUT REQUIRED.
WIGFRID :             I shall write a tale of triumph!
WOLFGANG :            Practice my letters!
MAXWELL :             This requires profundity.
WENDY :               Its blank face shall soon offer a secret.
WEBBER :              Ooooh, what should we say?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A chance to give direction.
WOODIE :              Let's give our neighbours some guidance.
WILLOW :              I should burn something into it.

HONEY
WOODIE :              Mmmmmm-mmmm. Bee syrup.

HONEYCOMB
MAXWELL :             It's full of bee maggots.
WOODIE :              The poor bees probably worked their stingers off on this.
WILLOW :              It's waxy.

HONEYHAM
WILSON :              Sweet and savory.
WX78 :                HIGH QUALITY BIOFUEL DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Big meat with sweet is good meat.
MAXWELL :             Tender.
WOODIE :              But it's not a holiday...

HONEYNUGGETS
WILSON :              Tastes like chicken, but I don't think it is.
WX78 :                PLEASE INSERT INTO MOUTH
WOLFGANG :            Small meats with sweet still is good meat.
MAXWELL :             These look childish, but they're delicious.
WENDY :               Meat cut into tiny pieces. Just like my heart.
WEBBER :              We wish they were shaped like dinosaurs.
WOODIE :              That's one of my favourite meals!
WILLOW :              Honey-covered morsels that have met my friend, fire.

HORN
WIGFRID :             How I long for battle.
WEBBER :              If this makes a mating call we're all in trouble.
WICKERBOTTOM :        What an excellent specimen! I can almost hear the beefalo.

HOTCHILI
WX78 :                SPICE MAGNITUDE EXTREMELY HIGH
WIGFRID :             A true test of willpower.
WOLFGANG :            Haha, nothing is too spicy for Wolfgang!
WENDY :               Abigail hated spicy foods.
WEBBER :              Flavor bombs!
WOODIE :              Good after a long day of chopping in the cold.

HOUND
WOLFGANG :            Woof!
WENDY :               Stay back, foul minion of evil!
WILLOW :              What a jerk!

HOUNDBONE
WX78 :                EXOSKELETON FOR INSIDES. PROVIDES STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY.
WOLFGANG :            Wimpy woof dog was not strong enough.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The endoskeleton of Canis lupus, definitely not familiaris.
WOODIE :              It's covered with dog spit, eh?

HOUNDMOUND
WX78 :                SOMETHING DANGEROUS RESIDES HERE
WOODIE :              I know better than to mess with that.
WILLOW :              Uh oh, I don't like the look of that.

HOUNDSTOOTH
WX78 :                MASTICATING EDGE
WIGFRID :             A token of a successful conquest.
WEBBER :              It's the perfect tooth to gnash.
WILLOW :              It's sharp. I like it!

HUMANMEAT
WILSON :              Flesh is flesh. Where do I draw the line?

HUMANMEAT_COOKED
WILSON :              Cooked nice and pink, but still morally gray.

HUMANMEAT_DRIED
WILSON :              Letting it dry makes it not come from a human, right?

HUTCH
WILSON :              Hutch Danglefish, P.I.
WX78 :                YOU ARE NOT CUTE.
WIGFRID :             A loyal companion, if ever there were one.
WOLFGANG :            You are creepy.
MAXWELL :             Stick your tongue in. You're getting slobber on my pantlegs.
WENDY :               He is blissfully ignorant.
WEBBER :              Give us a Huggy!
WOODIE :              Friendly lil guy, eh?
WILLOW :              What's your angle?

HUTCH_FISHBOWL.GENERIC
WILSON :              I always wanted one of these.
WX78 :                A USELESS HUMAN DISTRACTION
WIGFRID :             An ensconced water sprite!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny swimming teeth.
MAXWELL :             Better him in that bowl than me.
WENDY :               It's not floating, yet.
WEBBER :              He's our new friend.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Pygocentrus Nattereri.
WOODIE :              I've never had one of these before.
WILLOW :              It's too wet to burn.

HUTCH_FISHBOWL.WAITING
WILSON :              Maybe he needs some science?
WX78 :                ONE FISH, TWO FISH. RED FISH, DEAD FISH.
WIGFRID :             An unfortunate casualty of battle.
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny floating teeth.
MAXWELL :             His spirit is free now.
WENDY :               It's reached its natural state.
WEBBER :              He was our new friend.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Mortuus piscis.
WOODIE :              It was bound to happen.
WILLOW :              It's still too wet to burn.

ICE
WILSON :              Ice to meet you.
WX78 :                AT LEAST IT IS SOLID WATER
WOLFGANG :            Good for refreshing snack.
WOODIE :              A tiny reminder of home.
WILLOW :              Chilly.

ICECREAM
WX78 :                SWEET DAIRY
WIGFRID :             That stuff hurts my teeth.
WOLFGANG :            Well, is Sunday after all.
WOODIE :              Only after I've chopped enough!

ICEHAT
WX78 :                WARNING: MEMORY LEAK
WOODIE :              I could chop it if I had to.
WILLOW :              It's a real mood dampener.

ICEHOUND
WX78 :                IT LIVES TO FREEZE
WILLOW :              Gross! Cold!

ICEPACK
WX78 :                INTERIOR THERMALS STABLE
WOLFGANG :            Furry bag.
WEBBER :              It's fuzzy!

ICESTAFF
WX78 :                ITS MOLECULES ARE BARELY MOVING
WOLFGANG :            Frosted tip.
WILLOW :              Booooring.

INSANITYROCK.ACTIVE
WX78 :                MY MAPPING MODULE SHOWS NO RECORD OF THIS OBSTRUCTION.
WOLFGANG :            Is in my way.
WENDY :               It's calling my name.
WILLOW :              Am I seeing things?

INSANITYROCK.INACTIVE
WILSON :              It's more of a pyramid than an obelisk.
WX78 :                IT APPEARS TO BE MOSTLY UNDERGROUND
WOLFGANG :            Hah. I step over tiny obstacle.
WENDY :               It's cold and black.
WOODIE :              I don't know how to move that.
WILLOW :              Doesn't look flammable. How boring.

INSPECTSELF
WILSON :              Am I still in one piece?
WX78 :                THERE IS A HANDSOME ROBOT TRAPPED IN THIS LOOK-DEVICE!
WIGFRID :             Who is that incredible warrior in the mirror?
WOLFGANG :            Everyone! Come watch Wolfgang flex!
MAXWELL :             I still look dapper, right? As if I need to check.
WENDY :               When I look in the mirror, it's like Abigail's here.
WEBBER :              Ah! I'm a monster! Haha, we're just kidding.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'm aging like a fine, intelligent wine, am I not?
WOODIE :              Beard's growing out nicely.
WILLOW :              Why didn't anyone tell me I had ashes on my face?

JAMMYPRESERVES
WILSON :              Probably should have made a jar.
WX78 :                THERE'S JAM IN MY CIRCUITRY.
WOLFGANG :            Oozes like tiny enemy I crush in hand.
MAXWELL :             It's soiled my good gloves.
WEBBER :              Ew... sticky fingies.
WOODIE :              Now to find peanut butter.
WILLOW :              Wham, bam, jam! Thank you, ma'am.

KABOBS
WILSON :              Lunch on a stick.
WX78 :                SHOVE MEAT ON STICK. SHOVE STICK IN FACE.
WOLFGANG :            Eat off stick is good.
WEBBER :              Foods on a stick!
WOODIE :              The stick really adds to the flavour.

KILLERBEE.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Angry bee!
WENDY :               A bee without conscience.
WILLOW :              I like the cut of that bee's jib.

KILLERBEE.HELD
WOLFGANG :            My angry bee!
WILLOW :              Buzz!

KNIGHT
WX78 :                HORSE AUTOMATON
WIGFRID :             I taste a battle on the breeze!
WOODIE :              Never did care for horses.
WILLOW :              It's a pony!

KNIGHT_NIGHTMARE
WILSON :              It's a knightmare!
WX78 :                REPROGRAMMING REQUIRED
WOLFGANG :            Funny metal man.
WENDY :               Another battle lost to time.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Its nightmare fueled surroundings have corrupted its programming.
WOODIE :              Doesn't look to be in the best of shape.
WILLOW :              It looks pretty worn down.

KOALEFANT_WINTER
WILLOW :              He sure looks warm...

KRAMPUS
WEBBER :              Give us back our things!
WILLOW :              Stay back, you big jerk!

KRAMPUS_SACK
WIGFRID :             The sack itself is the present.
WILLOW :              The holidays came early this year!

LANTERN
WIGFRID :             A lantern to hold back the night.
WEBBER :              The sun's trapped in there.
WOODIE :              Well that's enlightening, eh?

LAVAE
WILSON :              Too hot to handle.
WX78 :                SMELLS LIKE BURNING.
WIGFRID :             A fiery foe!
WOLFGANG :            I must run!
MAXWELL :             Foul beast! Know your place!
WENDY :               It burns with the fires of Hell.
WEBBER :              Sizzling hot!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I believe it is a larval dragonfly.
WOODIE :              Death by axe!
WILLOW :              Why can't we be friends?

LAVAE_EGG.GENERIC
WILSON :              There's a faint warmth coming from inside.
WX78 :                CONTAINS PARTS TO BUILD ONE LAVAE.
WIGFRID :             A dragon egg!
WOLFGANG :            Is made of rock?
MAXWELL :             It's alive in there.
WENDY :               Is it worth it to put stake in your future?
WEBBER :              Maybe I can make it hatch?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A large macrolecithal egg.
WOODIE :              There's a fire burning in there.
WILLOW :              I think a fire is trying to escape.

LAVAE_EGG_CRACKED.COLD
WILSON :              I don't think that egg is warm enough.
WX78 :                THE EGG IS TOO COLD.
WIGFRID :             This egg looks chilly.
WOLFGANG :            Little egg is shivering.
MAXWELL :             I knew I would make a terrible pa-pa.
WENDY :               This egg is almost as cold as my heart.
WEBBER :              Poor egg. It looks cold.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The temperature of this egg is below optimal.
WOODIE :              She could use a parka.
WILLOW :              It has a chill.

LAVAE_EGG_CRACKED.COMFY
WILSON :              I never thought I would see a happy egg.
WX78 :                THE EGG IS DOING WELL.
WOLFGANG :            Little egg... seems comfortable.
MAXWELL :             I can say with pride that it is comfy and cozy.
WENDY :               The egg is warm, but my heart is still cold.
WEBBER :              The egg seems happy.
WICKERBOTTOM :        This egg is at a suitable temperature for hatching.
WOODIE :              Cozier than a moose wrapped in duct tape!
WILLOW :              That egg looks happy.

LAVAE_TOOTH
WILSON :              It's an egg tooth!
WX78 :                I GUESS IT DOESN'T NEED THAT PART.
WIGFRID :             A fearsome eggy fang!
WOLFGANG :            What a mighty tooth!
WENDY :               Forsooth, it's a tooth.
WEBBER :              What a weird tooth.
WICKERBOTTOM :        An egg tooth used by a baby reptile to break out of its egg.
WOODIE :              Not as sharp as Lucy!
WILLOW :              I hope she's not a biter.

LAVASPIT.COOL
WILSON :              I like to call it \"Basaliva\".
WX78 :                SALIVA HAS COOLED AND IS APPROACHABLE.
WOLFGANG :            Is cold, hard mouth germs.
WOODIE :              My trees are safe now.
WILLOW :              Cool drool, literally.

LAVASPIT.HOT
WILSON :              Hot spit!
WX78 :                SALIVA AT HAZARDOUS TEMPERATURE LEVELS.
WOLFGANG :            Is hot mouth germs.
WOODIE :              Aaaah! Tree killer!
WILLOW :              The coolest drool!

LAVA_POND
WILSON :              Magmificent!
WX78 :                THE FOUL MAW CONSUMES FLESH AND STEEL ALIKE
WIGFRID :             I shall not surrender to the fiery pits!
WOLFGANG :            Is not time for swimming!
MAXWELL :             A touch hot, but it could cook my food in a pinch.
WENDY :               I could jump in and be done.
WEBBER :              Ouch! Burnies!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Molten rock. Best not to get too close.
WOODIE :              I wouldn't get too close to that, eh?
WILLOW :              Yes! Yessss!

LAVA_POND_ROCK
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LAVA_POND_ROCK2
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LAVA_POND_ROCK3
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LAVA_POND_ROCK4
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LAVA_POND_ROCK5
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LAVA_POND_ROCK6
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LAVA_POND_ROCK7
WILSON :              As gneiss a place as any.
WX78 :                A ROCK. WE'RE SAVED.
WIGFRID :             Stone belched forth by the earth's fiery heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is just small rock.
MAXWELL :             With each day I get a little boulder.
WENDY :               As cold and hard as my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! A rock!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Recently cooled igneous rock. Dangerous.
WOODIE :              Boulder-dash.
WILLOW :              Oh great, another stinkin' rock!

LEIF
WOLFGANG :            Wood man!
WENDY :               A lumbering beast.
WOODIE :              I'm sorry aboot all of those trees!
WILLOW :              He looks flammable!

LEIF_SPARSE
WOLFGANG :            Wood man!
WENDY :               A lumbering beast.
WOODIE :              I'm sorry aboot all of those trees!
WILLOW :              He looks flammable!

LICHEN
WX78 :                A SLOW GROWING SYMBIOTE
WOLFGANG :            I'm lichen this!
WOODIE :              Looks barely edible.

LIFEINJECTOR
WILSON :              A scientific breakthrough! The cure!
WX78 :                I HAVE MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT THIS
WIGFRID :             This will return me to top form.
WOLFGANG :            EeeeEEeeEEE!!
MAXWELL :             Who would put this filth in their veins?
WENDY :               We were not meant to cheat death.
WEBBER :              I hate taking my medicine!
WOODIE :              This should cure those sniffles.
WILLOW :              Don't you dare stick that in me!

LIGHTBULB
WX78 :                BIOLUMINESCENCE IS GROSS
WILLOW :              It's called a \"lightbulb\" but it's kinda heavy.

LIGHTER
WILSON :              It's her lucky lighter.
WX78 :                MY BRETHREN.
WIGFRID :             It lights the fires of mine heart!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny firebox!
MAXWELL :             It does the job, I suppose.
WENDY :               Death in a box...
WEBBER :              Lighter than what?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, a mechanical tool for fire starting. How useful.
WOODIE :              Keep it away from the trees!
WILLOW :              It's my lucky lighter!

LIGHTNINGGOAT.CHARGED
WILSON :              I don't think it liked being struck by lightning.
WX78 :                CHARGE IS INSUFFICIENT TO POWER OVERLOAD
WOLFGANG :            Is flash before eyes.
WOODIE :              Nice goat, nice goat!
WILLOW :              You're crazy!

LIGHTNINGGOAT.GENERIC
WILSON :              \"Baaaah\" yourself!
WX78 :                DOES IT HAVE MECHANICAL INSIDES?
WOLFGANG :            Hello, goat.
WOODIE :              That's a nice pair of horns you've got there.
WILLOW :              Bouncy goat.

LIGHTNINGGOATHORN
WILSON :              It's like a miniature lightning rod.
WX78 :                THIS IS A GOOD HORN
WOLFGANG :            Tiny lightning bone.
WOODIE :              I'm sure the goat didn't need it.
WILLOW :              I heard lightning when I held it to my ear.

LIGHTNING_ROD.GENERIC
WILSON :              To harness the heavens!

LITTLE_WALRUS
WILSON :              He won't be cute and cuddly forever.
WX78 :                PATHETIC
WOLFGANG :            You think you are mightier than old man?

LIVINGTREE
WX78 :                THE NATURAL WORLD IS AN ALARMING PLACE
WOLFGANG :            I do not like tree with eyes.
WICKERBOTTOM :        This tree is special.
WILLOW :              It might be alive, but it'll still burn.

LOG.BURNING
WOLFGANG :            When I stick my hand over it, it tickles.
WENDY :               Just a burning log.
WICKERBOTTOM :        An axial section of tree trunk. On fire.
WOODIE :              Oh no! Don't put another log on the fire!
WILLOW :              Burn, log, buuuurn!

LOG.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Remains of tree-fights!

LUCY
WILSON :              That's a prettier axe than I'm used to.
WX78 :                GET IT AWAY
WIGFRID :             It's nice, but it's no spear.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang like a sharp missus.
MAXWELL :             Ah. How have you been, Lucy?
WENDY :               Hello... \"Lucy\"... I'd like you to meet my sister.
WEBBER :              If we talk to it will it talk back?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A perfectly fine looking axe.
WILLOW :              We could be good friends, you and I.

LUMPY_SAPLING
WILSON :              How did this tree even reproduce?
WX78 :                WHY DO THEY KEEP REPRODUCING?
WIGFRID :             It brings shame to the might of Yggdrasil.
WOLFGANG :            It pushed right up from the dirt!
WENDY :               This life appeared from nowhere.
WEBBER :              Weird little plant.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Perhaps this species is surculose.
WOODIE :              Shucks, I'm gonna have to chop it again.
WILLOW :              I should burn that thing before it reaches full ugliness.

LUREPLANT
WX78 :                AWW, IT'S JUST AS EVIL AS I AM
WOLFGANG :            You cannot fool Wolfgang!
WILLOW :              I bet a quick fire would take care of this.

LUREPLANTBULB
WX78 :                THE POWER TO START LIFE.
WOLFGANG :            Ah ha! Who is tricky now?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Now it can be planted wherever is best.
WILLOW :              Gross! It's so meaty!

MALE_PUPPET
WX78 :                HE APPEARS TO BE TRAPPED.
WOLFGANG :            Scary chair scares him!
WOODIE :              Do you need help?
WILLOW :              He looks scared half to death.

MANDRAKE
WILSON :              Mandrake roots have strange properties.
WX78 :                IT'S DEAD. GOOD.
WIGFRID :             The corpse of the rutabaga still retains its magic.
WOLFGANG :            Little plant man is died!
WOODIE :              Sorry, little buddy.
WILLOW :              Why did this plant have a face?

MANDRAKESOUP
WILSON :              Well, he won't be waking up again.
WX78 :                TARGET DESTROYED. HA HA.
WOLFGANG :            Little plant man is for make soup!
MAXWELL :             There'll be no more crying out of you.
WEBBER :              We fall asleep in the bath too!
WOODIE :              It's a tiring soup.
WILLOW :              The face doesn't wash away!!

MANDRAKE_ACTIVE
WILSON :              Cut it out!
WOLFGANG :            Little plant man friend!
WOODIE :              This is the worst thing.
WILLOW :              Now that's just creepy!

MANDRAKE_COOKED
WILSON :              It doesn't seem so strange anymore.
WX78 :                IT'S TWICE AS DEAD. HA.
WIGFRID :             Grilled rutabaga.
WOLFGANG :            Little plant man is ready for eating!
WENDY :               Now it's just food.
WEBBER :              The meeping had to stop.
WILLOW :              The fire made this plant guy a lot quieter.

MANDRAKE_PLANTED
WOLFGANG :            Is strange plant.
WILLOW :              That's not a normal plant.

MANRABBIT_TAIL
WX78 :                FUZZY BUNNY NUMBER ONE
WIGFRID :             The fuzzy trophy of a successful battle.
WOLFGANG :            Puffy!
WICKERBOTTOM :        They use their tails to balance.
WOODIE :              I feel sorry for it.
WILLOW :              The rabbits lost that argument.

MARBLE
WX78 :                I SHOULD MAKE THE FLESHLINGS BUILD A STATUE OF ME.
WOODIE :              Feels like a government building.

MARBLEPILLAR
WX78 :                CRUMBLING REMAINS. HAH.
WEBBER :              Nothing lasts forever on its own.
WILLOW :              I wonder if the rest burnt down.

MARBLETREE
WOLFGANG :            Do not try punch tree.

MARSH_BUSH.BURNING
WX78 :                THORNS_FLAMMABLE == YES VERY
WOLFGANG :            Uh oh. Spiky fire.
WOODIE :              Foomph!
WILLOW :              Burn, thorns!

MARSH_BUSH.BURNT
WX78 :                THORNS. BURNT.

MARSH_BUSH.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Is thorny.

MARSH_BUSH.PICKED
WX78 :                BRAMBLES FIGHT BACK.
WOLFGANG :            Thorns hurt.
WENDY :               Life is pain. Now it has no life.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Picking brambles is dangerous.
WILLOW :              Those thorns hurt!

MARSH_PLANT
WILLOW :              It's all plant-y.

MARSH_TREE.BURNING
WOLFGANG :            Spikes is burned now!

MARSH_TREE.CHOPPED
WIGFRID :             Another must be planted to maintain the balance of this realm.
WOLFGANG :            Spikes is chopped now!
WILLOW :              Not so spiky now, are you?

MAXWELL
WOLFGANG :            A fancy suit is no match for my muscles!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Get down from there this instant!
WILLOW :              He's so condescending.

MAXWELLHEAD
WX78 :                IT APPEARS TO BE SOME SORT OF PROJECTION.
WOLFGANG :            Scary head is twelve feet tall!
MAXWELL :             Hey, handsome.
WENDY :               He sure has a taste for the dramatic.
WEBBER :              Imagine the trouble he has buying hats!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I wish he wouldn't do that.
WOODIE :              Just a head, eh?
WILLOW :              He sure likes to talk.

MAXWELLLIGHT
WX78 :                THEY SENSE MY PRESENCE.
WOLFGANG :            Scary light!
WOODIE :              That's unnatural.
WILLOW :              These are no fun. They light themselves.

MAXWELLLOCK
WX78 :                KEY RECEPTACLE.
WOLFGANG :            Scary lock!
WOODIE :              Where is the key?

MAXWELLPHONOGRAPH
WX78 :                IT IS A MUSICAL SLAVE.
WOLFGANG :            Is box that sings!
WEBBER :              We could listen to that forever!
WOODIE :              Better than most of the stuff on the radio.
WILLOW :              I like more exciting music.

MAXWELLTHRONE
WX78 :                MADE FOR SITTING.
WOLFGANG :            Scary chair!
WOODIE :              I've seen nicer chairs.
WILLOW :              Looks sticky.

MEAT
WX78 :                A PIECE OF A MEATLING

MEATBALLS
WILSON :              It's just a big wad of meat.
WX78 :                MEAT PACKED INTO THE MOST NUTRITIOUS SHAPE: SPHERES
WIGFRID :             Tiny feast balls.
WOLFGANG :            Ball of meats make me strong!
WEBBER :              I used to make these with grandpa!
WOODIE :              All the meats!

MEATRACK.BURNT
WX78 :                MEATSACK MASS IS TOO HIGH FOR DETERIORATED RACK

MEATRACK.DONE
WX78 :                PROTEIN DEHYDRATION COMPLETE

MEATRACK.DRYINGINRAIN
WILSON :              Meat takes even longer to dry in rain.
WX78 :                MEATSACKS WILL NOT DRY IN RAIN
WOLFGANG :            Go away, rain! Meat is drying!

MEAT_DRIED
WX78 :                DEHYDRATED PROTEINS

MERM
WX78 :                ANIMATED SEAFOOD
WENDY :               Horrid swamp thing!
WILLOW :              Eww, it's all swampy.

MERMHEAD.BURNT
WX78 :                TRIAL BY FIRE
WOLFGANG :            Not so nice looking now.
WILLOW :              Double whammy!

MERMHEAD.GENERIC
WX78 :                THE FISHBEAST IS MORE IDIOTIC LOOKING THAN USUAL.
WILLOW :              That's what you get for being so stinky!

MERMHOUSE.BURNT
WX78 :                DILAPIDATED ABODE
WOLFGANG :            The house was really not strong enough.
WOODIE :              Couldn't even build a fireproof house.
WILLOW :              It's true, no one cares.

MERMHOUSE.GENERIC
WX78 :                OUTDATED ABODE
WOLFGANG :            The house was not strong enough.
WILLOW :              No one would care if this burned down.

MIGRATION_PORTAL.FULL
WILSON :              It seems to be popular over there.

MIGRATION_PORTAL.GENERIC
WILSON :              If I had any friends, this could take me to them.

MIGRATION_PORTAL.OPEN
WILSON :              If I step through, will I still be me?

MINERHAT
WILSON :              A hands-free way to brighten your day.
WOLFGANG :            Lamp for put on head.

MINIFAN
WILSON :              Somehow the breeze comes out the back twice as fast.
WX78 :                DEFIES CONSERVATION OF ENERGY
WIGFRID :             The chilling breeze reminds me of my frigid home.
WOLFGANG :            It's so twirly when I run! Haha!
MAXWELL :             This pathetic device... gets the job done.
WENDY :               When I am still, it is as lifeless as Abigail.
WEBBER :              It cools us when we run, how nice.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Its aerodynamic principals are astonishing.
WOODIE :              I'm not used to the heat in this place!
WILLOW :              No fun, making me exercise to stay cool!

MINOTAUR
WX78 :                THIS MEAT HAS A POINTY END
WOLFGANG :            Strong! Like me! I like him!
WOODIE :              Another poor soul with a curse.
WILLOW :              Poor thing. Trapped in this maze.

MINOTAURCHEST
WX78 :                CHEST HAS POINTY EARS.
WOLFGANG :            Chest have big strong horns.
WOODIE :              That's a nice chest with horns, eh.
WILLOW :              I want big horns like that!

MINOTAURHORN
WILSON :              Wow! I'm glad that didn't gore me!
WX78 :                A TROPHY TO REMEMBER GOOD TIMES. LIKE WHEN YOU DIED
WOLFGANG :            Is trophy from mighty foe.
MAXWELL :             A regrettable end, my old friend.
WOODIE :              That's a nice horn, eh.
WILLOW :              I wonder if the rings are an indication of age.

MOLE.ABOVEGROUND
WILSON :              I'd sure like to whack that mole... thing.
WX78 :                SOURCE OF SEISMIC ACTIVITY DISCOVERED
WIGFRID :             He burrows with reckless abandon.
WOLFGANG :            Now you will know Wolfgang's strength!
WOODIE :              It feels aboot rocks the way I feel aboot trees.
WILLOW :              Coming up for a peek!

MOLE.HELD
WILSON :              Nowhere left to dig, my friend.
WX78 :                VIBRATIONS IN POCKET DETECTED
WIGFRID :             A friend for my pocket.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang have mercy for tiny soft animal.
MAXWELL :             End of the line.
WENDY :               How do you like being torn away from your family?
WEBBER :              Are you comfy?
WICKERBOTTOM :        I don't think my pocket is its natural habitat.
WOODIE :              Want some rocks?
WILLOW :              Out of the ground, into the fire.

MOLE.UNDERGROUND
WILSON :              Something's under there, searching for minerals.
WX78 :                MINOR SEISMIC ACTIVITY DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Stay underground where you are safe from Wolfgang.
MAXWELL :             Are you picking up what I'm putting down? Do you dig it?
WENDY :               Stay down there, away from this horrible place.
WOODIE :              Dig, dig, dig.

MOLEHAT
WILSON :              A wretched stench, but excellent visibility.
WX78 :                DIGGER HAS CURIOUS SIGHT
WEBBER :              It sees for miles and miles.
WOODIE :              Now featuring night-time chopping!
WILLOW :              I'm not sure about this...

MOLEHILL
WILSON :              What a nice, homey hole in the ground!
WX78 :                HOME OF SMALL DIGGER
WIGFRID :             Something fiendish lives down there.
WOLFGANG :            Mole hole.
WOODIE :              I bet it's just a pile of rocks inside.
WILLOW :              It burrows away from the sun's skyfire. Unnatural.

MONKEY
WILSON :              Curious little guy.
WX78 :                AN EVEN DUMBER HUMANOID.
WILLOW :              Joke's on you! I can burn this poo.

MONKEYBARREL
WILSON :              Did that just move?
WX78 :                WHAT A PITIFUL HOME.
WIGFRID :             What horrors dwell within?
WOLFGANG :            This... thing. It smells not so good.
WENDY :               It's filthy.
WOODIE :              What a fine choice of building material.
WILLOW :              What a wonderfully flammable home.

MONSTERLASAGNA
WILSON :              It's an affront to science.
WX78 :                DIRTY ENERGY
WOLFGANG :            Taste like hairs and meats with noodle.
MAXWELL :             It would be unwise to ingest this.
WOODIE :              This is cat food!

MONSTERMEAT_DRIED
WX78 :                VILE DEHYDRATED PROTEINS
WOLFGANG :            Look like leather, taste like leather.

MOONROCKNUGGET
WILSON :              That rock came from the moon.
WX78 :                A ROCK. FROM THE MOON
WIGFRID :             A gift from Mani.
WOLFGANG :            But is not cheese?
WENDY :               It's traveled so far...
WEBBER :              Neat!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Implications of a lunar body? Interesting.
WOODIE :              It's uh, a moon rock.
WILLOW :              Just another rock to me.

MOOSE
WX78 :                ANALYSIS RESULTS UNCERTAIN
WOLFGANG :            Very strange creature.
WENDY :               It's an abomination.
WOODIE :              Whatever it is, it's definitely Canadian.
WILLOW :              What in the world...

MOOSEEGG
WILSON :              The babies are like excited electrons trying to escape.
WX78 :                PROBES UNABLE TO PENETRATE EXTERIOR SHELL
WOLFGANG :            Breakfast for whole family!
WOODIE :              Well, it lays eggs, apparently.

MOOSE_NESTING_GROUND
WILSON :              It puts its babies there.
WX78 :                ORGANIC SPAWNPOINT
WIGFRID :             A nest of adorable villainy.
WOLFGANG :            Is big bird baby bed!
MAXWELL :             Filthy.
WENDY :               A cradle of life. I hate it.
WEBBER :              For its babies' sleepytime.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I should like to research its mating habits, someday.
WOODIE :              Where's the pyromaniac? This needs to burn.

MOSQUITO.GENERIC
WX78 :                IT ENJOYS DRAINING THE LIFE FROM ORGANICS. DITTO

MOSQUITO.HELD
WX78 :                FILLED WITH DISGUSTING FLUIDS
WOLFGANG :            No more blood for you!
WENDY :               I can feel its stolen warmth.
WILLOW :              Keep that mouth away from me!

MOSQUITOSACK
WILSON :              It's probably someone else's blood...
WX78 :                MOSQUITO HARD DRIVE
WOLFGANG :            Uncle did not have gut like this.
WOODIE :              Blood and guts, eh?
WILLOW :              Blood must bubble in currents muggy and thick.

MOSSLING
WILSON :              Aaah! You are definitely not an electron!
WX78 :                OFFSPRING OF UNCERTAIN MAKEUP
WOLFGANG :            Mmmm. Is still breakfast, I think.
WOODIE :              Feathery moose baby!
WILLOW :              Its feathers are frazzled.

MOUND.DUG
WIGFRID :             Loot trumped desecration!
WOLFGANG :            Sorry, dead peoples.
WEBBER :              Maybe that was too mean.
WOODIE :              Don't be mad!

MOUND.GENERIC
WX78 :                MEATLINGS ARE SO SUPERSTITIOUS
WOLFGANG :            Scary! Is probably full of bones!
WILLOW :              It's full of dead stuff, I bet.

MULTIPLAYER_PORTAL
WILSON :              This ought to be a scientific impossibility.
WX78 :                I CANNOT MAKE IT WORK
WIGFRID :             It makes me long for the stage!
WOLFGANG :            Why door not crumble under mighty Wolfgang punches?!
MAXWELL :             Always did have a flair for the dramatic...
WENDY :               Its beauty is tinged with a heartbreaking sadness.
WEBBER :              It's pretty... pretty scary!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Hmm... This may require further reading.
WOODIE :              That'd be the thing I fell through, eh.
WILLOW :              The vines coil away from my lighter... weird!

MULTITOOL_AXE_PICKAXE
MAXWELL :             The duality of mine.

MUSHTREE_MEDIUM.BLOOM
WILSON :              I'm mildly offended by this.
WX78 :                IT'S POLLUTING THE AIR WITH REPRODUCTIVE SPEWINGS
WIGFRID :             What a great effect!
WOLFGANG :            It's having fun!
MAXWELL :             I hope I'm not standing next to it when it goes off.
WENDY :               All its efforts fall on rocky soil.
WEBBER :              Hahah! Wow, it smells so bad!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The smell is used to ward off predators.
WOODIE :              I like the colour of this one.
WILLOW :              It's spreading junk everywhere.

MUSHTREE_MEDIUM.GENERIC
WX78 :                SHINY RED
WOLFGANG :            Mushy bush.
WILLOW :              Gross. It smells like leprechaun butt.

MUSHTREE_SMALL.BLOOM
WILSON :              It's trying to reproduce.
WX78 :                IT KEEPS PRODUCING POWER AND FLUFF-FILTH
WIGFRID :             I'll fight alongside you any day!
WOLFGANG :            Even smell is strong!
MAXWELL :             Oh fine, do what you like.
WENDY :               It has a glowing presence.
WEBBER :              It's all round and squishy now!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The light is caused by a chemical reaction.
WOODIE :              Well, I can't cut it down now...
WILLOW :              Ew, I don't want to get too close.

MUSHTREE_SMALL.GENERIC
WX78 :                SHINY GREEN
WOLFGANG :            Mushy shrub.
WILLOW :              Gross. It's all mushroomy.

MUSHTREE_TALL.BLOOM
WILSON :              You can't tell from far away, but it's quite smelly.
WX78 :                ORGANICS ARE ALWAYS REPRODUCING THEMSELVES. WHY
WIGFRID :             An enthusiastic performance!
WOLFGANG :            Woah! It's even bigger!
MAXWELL :             It's spawning.
WENDY :               It's trying so hard. Why?
WEBBER :              It sounds so funny!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Apparently it's the breeding season for this species.
WOODIE :              Chop it down before it spreads!
WILLOW :              Ack! It stinks!

MUSHTREE_TALL.GENERIC
WX78 :                IT IS ADVANTAGEOUSLY BRIGHT
WIGFRID :             What magic is this?
WOLFGANG :            Big mushtree is big.
WENDY :               These are some strange trees.
WOODIE :              I can't let that stand.
WILLOW :              Gross. This tree is sick all over.

MUSHTREE_TALL_WEBBED
WILSON :              The spiders thought this one was important.
WX78 :                THE ORGANISMS ARE COMPETING
WIGFRID :             This mushroom needs to be retired.
WOLFGANG :            Aw, cheer up!
MAXWELL :             Could it get any less appealing?
WENDY :               This one is frail and scorned. Like a friend.
WEBBER :              This one looks friendly!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This relationship appears symbiotic.
WOODIE :              This one needs pruning, at least.
WILLOW :              That one got what it deserves.

NIGHTMAREFUEL
WOODIE :              All of my fears in liquid form, eh?

NIGHTMARELIGHT
WX78 :                AN ANCIENT OPTICAL WAVELENGTH EMITTER
WOLFGANG :            Is light, but not good light.
WOODIE :              They should have used wood.
WILLOW :              Light without fire is unnatural.

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.CALM
WX78 :                AT CYCLE MINIMUM
WOODIE :              I think it's off.
WILLOW :              Looks normal to me.

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.DAWN
WX78 :                LEVELS ARE LOW AND DIMINISHING
WOODIE :              It's nearly still.
WILLOW :              I guess it's nearly over.

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.NOMAGIC
WX78 :                FLUCTUATIONS AT UNDETECTABLE LEVELS
WOLFGANG :            Is safe from bad light.
WENDY :               The presence has departed.
WOODIE :              I think it's off.
WILLOW :              I don't think it's working.

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.STEADY
WX78 :                LEVELS ARE HIGH AND MONOTONIC
WIGFRID :             The magic power holds steady.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The levels of ectoplasmic residue seem to be at their peak.
WOODIE :              It's going crazy!
WILLOW :              It's almost humming.

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.WANING
WX78 :                THE CYCLE IS SUBSIDING
WOODIE :              It's settling down.
WILLOW :              I think it's turning off.

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.WARN
WX78 :                CYCLE MINIMUM HAS PASSED
WOODIE :              This thing just turned on!

NIGHTMARE_TIMEPIECE.WAXING
WX78 :                INCREMENTAL INCREASE DETECTED
WOODIE :              It's vibrating!
WILLOW :              The fuel is coming to life!

NIGHTSTICK
WX78 :                WEAPON OF CHOICE
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang like fists better.
WOODIE :              That's mighty nifty.

NIGHTSWORD
WILSON :              Why would anyone make this? It's terrifying.

NITRE
WX78 :                SOME ROCKS ARE BETTER THAN OTHERS
WILLOW :              There are tiny explosions trapped inside.

ONEMANBAND
WX78 :                AN EXTERNAL SOUND MODULE UPGRADE.

ORANGEAMULET
WX78 :                A WIRELESS ARM MODULE.
WOODIE :              This'll make the chores go by quicker!
WILLOW :              It picks up burning materials!

ORANGEGEM
WX78 :                IT SHIMMERS IN MY HANDS
WEBBER :              Orange you glad we found you, gem?
WILLOW :              It'll make your fingers tingle.

ORANGESTAFF
WX78 :                TEMPORAL DISPLACEMENT TECHNOLOGY
WEBBER :              Teleportation gives us a chance to rest all our feet.
WOODIE :              This will help me get around quickly.

PANDORASCHEST
WX78 :                CONTENT PROBABILITIES ARE UNCERTAIN
WOLFGANG :            Fancy box!
WEBBER :              Stylish storage.
WOODIE :              What's in the box?!
WILLOW :              Kind of tacky.

PANFLUTE
WX78 :                HARD RESET FOR FLESHLINGS
WOODIE :              I only sing for Lucy.

PAPYRUS
WX78 :                I PREFER DOT MATRIX PAPER
WOODIE :              I'd rather chop than write.

PENGUIN
WX78 :                FAT PATHETIC BIRD CANNOT FLY
WOLFGANG :            Funny walking birds!
WOODIE :              Doesn't matter if you're from the Great White North. Still a bird.
WILLOW :              Run away, tiny dancers.

PERD
WOLFGANG :            Dumb bird is take all berries!

PEROGIES
WILSON :              These turned out pretty good.
WX78 :                LIKE MEATY BATTERY PACKS
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang love pierogi!
MAXWELL :             They look superb.
WEBBER :              It does not look like pie...
WOODIE :              I call them \"yum pockets\".

PETALS
MAXWELL :             I've a habit of destroying beautiful things, don't I?
WENDY :               Its joy was so disparaging...
WICKERBOTTOM :        Now it's a delightful handful of potpourri.
WOODIE :              I wonder if Lucy would like these.

PETALS_EVIL
WX78 :                IT WAS UGLY, BUT ITS BEEN DESTROYED. HA.
WOODIE :              They're frowning at me with little evil faces.
WILLOW :              Ew, they're sticky.

PETRIFIED_TREE
WILSON :              It looks scared stiff.
WX78 :                LESS ORGANIC. IT'S AN IMPROVEMENT.
WIGFRID :             My mere presence struck terror into their tree-hearts!
WOLFGANG :            Now I punch it apart!
MAXWELL :             I think it looks much better this way.
WENDY :               Now it will never die...
WEBBER :              It's all stone and no bark.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Should make for an excellent building material.
WOODIE :              So... senseless.
WILLOW :              How am I supposed to burn it now?

PHLEGM
WILSON :              It's thick and pliable. And salty.
WX78 :                FILTHY OOZE FROM A FILTHY ANIMAL
WIGFRID :             The secretions of a terrible beast!
WOLFGANG :            Aha ha ha! Boogers! Oh ho ho!
MAXWELL :             I need to put on gloves for this.
WENDY :               The wretched beast must have been sick.
WEBBER :              It's a boogie!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The congealed mucus retains its sticky texture.
WOODIE :              I wouldn't want that in my moustache.
WILLOW :              Gross! Let's burn it.

PICKAXE
WIGFRID :             A trusty tool for securing spear and helm materials.

PIGGUARD
WX78 :                HOSTILE DETECTED.
WOLFGANG :            Is bad piggie!
WILLOW :              I like his attitude!

PIGGYBACK
WILSON :              This little piggy's gone... \"home\".

PIGHEAD.BURNT
WX78 :                HEAD MODULE EXPIRED
WOODIE :              I'd like to complain to the chef. Politely.
WILLOW :              It can always get worse, I guess.

PIGHEAD.GENERIC
WX78 :                THAT PIG WILL FEEL SILLY WHEN HE NOTICES HE HAS LOST HIS HEAD MODULE.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Tut tut. It's a head on a stick.
WILLOW :              I guess I have it alright.

PIGHOUSE.BURNT
WX78 :                DEFUNCT
WOODIE :              A mere shell of its former glory.
WILLOW :              Nice redecorating job!

PIGHOUSE.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Door is too small for my broad shoulders.
MAXWELL :             It is not a sound structure.
WEBBER :              A tall skinny house for a short fat pig.

PIGHOUSE.LIGHTSOUT
WENDY :               Always on the outside, looking in.
WOODIE :              Sorry! I'm not peeping, I swear!

PIGKING
WOLFGANG :            Ha! Is good people!
WOODIE :              He's not MY king.
WILLOW :              Blech. What a slob.

PIGMAN.DEAD
WX78 :                ONE MEATLING DOWN, 8 BILLION TO GO
WOODIE :              Not a pig anymore.
WILLOW :              I wonder how they taste.

PIGMAN.FOLLOWER
WX78 :                DO MY BIDDING
WOLFGANG :            Is friend now!
WEBBER :              I never knew we could be friends!
WILLOW :              Ick. It's following me.

PIGMAN.GENERIC
WILLOW :              Ugh. They're fragrant.

PIGMAN.GUARD
WILSON :              Looks serious.
WX78 :                DEFENSIVE STANCE DETECTED.
WIGFRID :             That pig looks brave.
WOLFGANG :            Does he even lift?
MAXWELL :             They're starting to organize.
WENDY :               How Orwellian.
WEBBER :              They look angry.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It appears to be a guardian.
WOODIE :              That one looks like he means business.
WILLOW :              He's not the boss of me!

PIGMAN.WEREPIG
WOODIE :              Happens to the best of us.
WILLOW :              Bring it on, piggie!

PIGSKIN
WOLFGANG :            Why long butt? Ha ha, Wolfgang is funny man.
WILLOW :              Ha ha. A pig's butt.

PIGTENT
WIGFRID :             It smells of breakfast!
WOLFGANG :            Is tent of pigs.
WENDY :               The place where they wrap pigs in blankets.
WEBBER :              Little pig, little pig, let me in!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Filthy.
WOODIE :              Looks to be some sort of tent.

PIGTORCH
WX78 :                IT GIVES HIM PURPOSE
WILLOW :              These pigs sure know how to have a good time.

PINECONE
WX78 :                A PORTABLE FIBONACCI SEQUENCER
WIGFRID :             This baby tree is well protected by spiky armor.
MAXWELL :             A more outdoorsy type might be able to make something of this.

PITCHFORK
WILSON :              Now I just need an angry mob to join.

PLANTMEAT
WX78 :                A SURPRISINGLY HIGH AMOUNT OF PROTEIN
WOLFGANG :            What is this? Meat for baby man?

PLANTMEAT_COOKED
WX78 :                A SIGNIFICANT IMPROVEMENT

PLANT_NORMAL.GENERIC
WILSON :              Leafy!
WX78 :                IT LOOKS EDIBLE
WOLFGANG :            Leafy!
MAXWELL :             That is a generic plant.
WENDY :               An edible plant.
WEBBER :              What will blossom?

PLANT_NORMAL.GROWING
WX78 :                GO FASTER, PLANT
MAXWELL :             It's growing.
WENDY :               Keep growing. I'll wait.
WILLOW :              Hurry up, you stupid plant!

PLANT_NORMAL.READY
WEBBER :              We grew it together!

PLANT_NORMAL.WITHERED
WILSON :              The heat killed it.
WX78 :                CLIMATE INHOSPITABLE TO PLANT GROWTH
WIGFRID :             Bested by the sun.
WOLFGANG :            Is sad and dried plant.
MAXWELL :             It wasn't hardy enough for the heat.
WENDY :               It's had the life sucked out of it.
WEBBER :              It's all dried out and dead.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It couldn't survive the heat.
WOODIE :              It's got no life left, eh?
WILLOW :              It's crackly and dry. Good kindling!

PLAYER.ATTACKER
WILSON :              %s looks shifty...
WX78 :                %s IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED
WIGFRID :             If %s is looking for trouble, I shall give it to them!
WOLFGANG :            Does %s want to fight?
MAXWELL :             %s seems untrustworthy...
WENDY :               %s... they'll betray us.
WEBBER :              %s looks mean.
WICKERBOTTOM :        That no good %s is up to no good.
WOODIE :              %s isn't very polite...
WILLOW :              Why, %s... that fire in your eyes!

PLAYER.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              Burning that wasn't very scientific, %s.
WX78 :                %s IS CAUSING NEEDLESS DESTRUCTION. GOOD
WIGFRID :             Forged in flame!
WOLFGANG :            %s is lighting burny fires!
MAXWELL :             %s has been lighting fires.
WENDY :               Do you wish to see the world burn, too?
WEBBER :              %s, you lit a fire!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s, what have I told you about lighting fires?
WOODIE :              Knock off the fire starting there, bud.

PLAYER.GENERIC
WILSON :              Greetings, %s!
WIGFRID :             Good health to you, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Hey! Hi %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              Look who it is! %s!

PLAYER.GHOST
WILSON :              %s could use a heart.
WX78 :                FLESH WEAKLING %s NEEDS A HEART
WIGFRID :             %s's restless spirit could be revived with a heart.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will get raw pump-y heart for you!
MAXWELL :             %s needs heart-shaped assistance.
WENDY :               A heart could return %s to this world...
WEBBER :              Don't worry, %s, we'll find you a heart!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Poor dear. %s needs a heart to anchor them to this plane.
WOODIE :              Someone should rub a heart on %s.
WILLOW :              I better get a heart for %s.

PLAYER.MURDERER
WILSON :              Murderer!
WX78 :                KILL! KILL!
WIGFRID :             Murderer! To battle!
WOLFGANG :            %s is killer!
MAXWELL :             Murderous fiend! I'll stop at nothing!
WENDY :               Murderer! Cutthroat!
WEBBER :              Meanie! Get'em!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'll erase you from the history books!
WOODIE :              Enemy of the forest!
WILLOW :              Burn the murderer!

PLAYER.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s, friend of ghosts.
WX78 :                %s IS AN ASSET TO OUR SURVIVAL
WIGFRID :             Freya smiles on %s.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice person.
MAXWELL :             %s tethers lost spirits to this world.
WENDY :               Abigail likes you, %s.
WEBBER :              %s is super nice to ghosts.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I appreciate your commitment to group survival, %s.
WOODIE :              %s, you're an alright sort.
WILLOW :              Who do ghosts call? %s!

POMEGRANATE_COOKED
WICKERBOTTOM :        Punica granatum is so nice when it's warmed up.

POMEGRANATE_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's a pome-whatsit seed.
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR FAT SEED PODS
WOLFGANG :            Is piece of brain?
WOODIE :              Seedy.
WILLOW :              Looks like the part from inside the fruit.

POND
WOLFGANG :            Is all wet.
WILLOW :              This pond will definitely not ignite. How dull.

POND_ALGAE
WILSON :              Some algae by a pond.
WX78 :                LOOK AT IT STRUGGLE TO LIVE.
WOLFGANG :            Plant is so small! Is funny to me.
WENDY :               Some algae.
WOODIE :              Doesn't look edible.
WILLOW :              It must need a lot of water.

POOP
WIGFRID :             If only I could use it as camouflage from predators.

POTTEDFERN
WX78 :                MAYBE THIS WILL HELP LURE VICTIMS TO MY BASE.
WIGFRID :             What are you meant to do with such a thing?
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang worry greenthumb is gangrene.
WENDY :               Its growth is stunted by the limits of the pot.
WOODIE :              I do love me some plant life.

POWCAKE
WILSON :              Science help us.
WX78 :                IT NEVER GOES BAD
WOLFGANG :            Is made of nothings!
MAXWELL :             What foul manifestation of evil is this?
WOODIE :              I like the ones made with real sugar better.

PUMPKINCOOKIE
WILSON :              That's a pretty gourd cookie!
WX78 :                WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THAT
WOLFGANG :            Is tasty cookie.
MAXWELL :             It's been eons since I had a good biscuit.
WENDY :               Why indulge in such childish things?
WOODIE :              This will keep me chopping.

PUMPKIN_COOKED
WOLFGANG :            Very gourd!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Cooked Cucurbita pepo. Gooey and delicious.

PUMPKIN_LANTERN
WOLFGANG :            Now is actual head! Wolfgang afraid!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Carving the Cucurbita pepo is such a nice pastime.

PUMPKIN_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's a pumpkin seed.
WOLFGANG :            This grow food size of wimpy head.
WENDY :               It's a seed. Exciting.
WILLOW :              Seeds for fire's best vegetable-friend: the pumpkin.

PURPLEAMULET
WX78 :                THE PERFECT AMULET.
WOODIE :              The sparkle is gone from the gem.
WILLOW :              Has science gone too far?

PURPLEGEM
WX78 :                IT IS STRANGE
WOODIE :              It's nothing a good chopping wouldn't fix.

RABBIT.GENERIC
WX78 :                IT IS PERFORMING A SEARCH ALGORITHM
MAXWELL :             I've been here too long... it actually looks tasty.
WOODIE :              Dang ground squirrels...

RABBIT.HELD
WOODIE :              I'd feel bad eating him.
WILLOW :              I have him right where I want him!

RABBITHOLE.GENERIC
WILLOW :              Stupid rabbits. Come out so I can eat you.

RABBITHOLE.SPRING
WILSON :              The Kingdom of the Bunnymen is closed for the season.
WX78 :                UNDERGROUND TUNNEL NETWORK HAS COLLAPSED
WOLFGANG :            Is busy time in rabbit home.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I hope the Lagomorph is all right down there!
WOODIE :              Nothing going in or out.
WILLOW :              Stupid rabbits must be stuck down there.

RABBITHOUSE.BURNT
WX78 :                THAT IS ONE LARGE ROASTED CARROT
WOLFGANG :            Nomming is over.
WENDY :               It didn't cook well.
WOODIE :              Is it roasted carrot flavoured?
WILLOW :              Ha! Good result.

RABBITHOUSE.GENERIC
WX78 :                THAT IS ONE LARGE CARROT
WOLFGANG :            I hear nomming inside.
WILLOW :              Ugh. Stupid rabbits.

RAINCOAT
WX78 :                PERFECT PROTECTION AT THE COST OF AN INCOMPLETE CIRCUIT
WEBBER :              Dry fur is the best fur.
WOODIE :              For chopping in the rain.

RAINHAT
WILSON :              Messy hair... the terrible price of dryness.
WX78 :                INSULATED PROTECTION FROM WATER DAMAGE
WOLFGANG :            Is like water off mole's back.
WOODIE :              Always keep a dry head while chopping.
WILLOW :              Anything to keep the water away.

RAINOMETER.BURNT
WX78 :                YOU ARE MISSED, BROTHER.
WOODIE :              Its knowledge of rain didn't keep it from being burned.
WILLOW :              Take that, rain!

RATATOUILLE
WILSON :              An excellent source of fibre.
WX78 :                SUSTENANCE IDENTIFIED
WOLFGANG :            Is food. Sort of.
MAXWELL :             Roughage.
WEBBER :              Do we have to eat our veggies?
WOODIE :              It's like a forest in a bowl.

REDGEM
WX78 :                IT IS SLIGHTLY WARM

RED_CAP
WX78 :                POISONOUS FUNGUS

RED_CAP_COOKED
WX78 :                MODIFIED FUNGUS
WIGFRID :             I don't want it, but I'm glad it survived trial by fire.

RED_MUSHROOM.GENERIC
WX78 :                RED FUNGUS
WOLFGANG :            Is mushy room.
WILLOW :              Pretty!

RED_MUSHROOM.INGROUND
WX78 :                IT IS HIDING
WOLFGANG :            Mushy room is hiding!
WILLOW :              Hey! You! Get up here!

RED_MUSHROOM.PICKED
WX78 :                DESTROYED.
WOLFGANG :            Is taken already.
WOODIE :              I'll have to be patient.
WILLOW :              Maybe it will return some day.

REEDS.BURNING
WILLOW :              Burn! Yeah!

REEDS.GENERIC
WEBBER :              I bet those would be useful.
WILLOW :              It's a burnable clump of reeds.

REEDS.PICKED
WENDY :               They have already been torn away.
WILLOW :              It's just reed stubble.

REFLECTIVEVEST
WIGFRID :             Ha! The sun is no warrior if it cannot penetrate this.
WOODIE :              I'm still not convinced plaid isn't all-weather wear.

RELIC
WX78 :                I HAVE NO NEED OF THAT.
WOLFGANG :            Is junk?

RELIC.BROKEN
WILSON :              Nothing to work with here.
MAXWELL :             Everything eventually turns to dust.
WENDY :               Broken bits of stone.
WOODIE :              I don't plan on fixin' that.
WILLOW :              Bits and pieces, pieces and bits.

RELIC.GENERIC
WOODIE :              What's this all aboot?
WILLOW :              Old furniture.

RESEARCHLAB.BURNT
WX78 :                MOTHER, NO!
WENDY :               It is unspeakably burnt.
WOODIE :              How did it get burned?!

RESEARCHLAB2.BURNT
WX78 :                GOODBYE, FRIEND
WENDY :               It is unspeakably burnt.

RESEARCHLAB3.BURNT
WX78 :                IT HAS LOST ITS POWER
WENDY :               It is unspeakably burnt.
WOODIE :              Nope, lost it.

RESEARCHLAB4.BURNT
WX78 :                I HAVE LOST MY ADDITIONAL POWER
MAXWELL :             That was its final act.
WOODIE :              This is why I don't use hat warmers.

RESURRECTIONSTATUE.BURNT
WX78 :                HE'S DEAD
WOLFGANG :            Better him than Wolfgang.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It has been smote.
WOODIE :              That's a shame, that.

RESURRECTIONSTATUE.GENERIC
WX78 :                MODELLED AFTER THE MEATBRAINED SCIENCE FLESHLING
WIGFRID :             Might the gods witness this visage and offer protection.
WEBBER :              It's a giant doll of our friend!!
WOODIE :              All my buddies could be improved with wood.

RESURRECTIONSTONE
WILSON :              It's always a good idea to touch base.
WX78 :                DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
WOLFGANG :            Hop on rock!
WENDY :               A futile ward.
WICKERBOTTOM :        That stone has regenerative powers.
WILLOW :              I'll touch it when I'm good and ready.

REVIVER
WILSON :              The beating of this hideous heart will bring a ghost back to life!
WX78 :                IT UNDOES MEATLING DESTRUCTION
WIGFRID :             Feel the passion inside!
WOLFGANG :            Blib blup! Blib blup! Blib blup!
MAXWELL :             I'm not sure I really want to give this up.
WENDY :               Choices matter.
WICKERBOTTOM :        This provides a corporeal anchor for the ectoplasmic configuration.
WOODIE :              I need to share this with somebody!
WILLOW :              I expected it to be blacker.

ROBIN.GENERIC
WENDY :               Does that mean spring is coming? I hope not.

ROBIN.HELD
WOLFGANG :            Is happy bird in pocket.
WENDY :               He likes being trapped in my pocket.
WILLOW :              It's cozy in my pocket.

ROBIN_WINTER.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Is pretty white color bird.
WENDY :               Life in the barren, frozen wastes.
WILLOW :              It looks cold out here. I bet it wants a fire.

ROBIN_WINTER.HELD
WX78 :                JUST A FEATHERY BLOB
WOLFGANG :            Is fluffy bird. Nice bird.
MAXWELL :             Nothing up my sleeve...
WENDY :               It's so soft. It is my enemy.
WEBBER :              Let's name it \"Francis\".

ROBOT_PUPPET
WX78 :                BROTHER! WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?
WOLFGANG :            Scary chair scares them!
WILLOW :              They look scared half to death.

ROCK
WOLFGANG :            Everyone watch! Wolfgang will deadlift!
WILLOW :              It's, like, a rock.

ROCKS
WOODIE :              Could make a decent little inukshuk with these.
WILLOW :              What's the point of collecting these again?

ROCKY
WX78 :                MY SHELL IS NICER
WOLFGANG :            He is mighty! Like me!
WILLOW :              We don't have much in common.

ROCK_CHARCOAL
WEBBER :              Big, crumbly rock.

ROCK_ICE.GENERIC
WX78 :                REQUIRES AN ICEBREAKER
MAXWELL :             I could get a chip of ice off the old block.
WOODIE :              Home sweet home!
WILLOW :              I don't think there's any way it'd burn.

ROCK_ICE.MELTED
WX78 :                USELESS CONFIGURATION OF WATER
WOLFGANG :            I cannot grab water.
WOODIE :              Back home, they never melt.
WILLOW :              As useless as water ever was.

ROCK_ICE_MELTED
WX78 :                USELESS CONFIGURATION OF WATER ROCK
WOLFGANG :            I cannot grab water.
WOODIE :              Back home, they never melt.
WILLOW :              As useless as water ever was.

ROCK_LIGHT.GENERIC
WILSON :              A crusted over lava pit.
WX78 :                A PIT OF CRUSTED LAVA
WOLFGANG :            A pile of crusty rocks!
MAXWELL :             The top of this lava pit has cooled into a fine crust.
WENDY :               There's a fire in the pit's belly.
WEBBER :              This lava's all dried up.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A capped lava pit.
WOODIE :              It's looking a tad crusty.
WILLOW :              There's heat in there, just waiting to get out!

ROCK_LIGHT.LOW
WILSON :              The lava's crusting over.
WIGFRID :             The lava crust is reforming.
WOLFGANG :            Is getting cold.
MAXWELL :             The fires are cooling.
WENDY :               The shadows encroach.
WEBBER :              It's a little less cozy.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The cooling process has begun.
WOODIE :              Needs more... wood?
WILLOW :              The lava is cooling.

ROCK_LIGHT.NORMAL
WX78 :                THIS LAVA PIT IS FULLY OPERATIONAL
WIGFRID :             Beautiful light!
WOLFGANG :            Liquid fire!
WENDY :               The lava's on fire.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Much too hot to touch.
WOODIE :              A fire that needs no wood? Unnn-natural!
WILLOW :              A pool of fire!

ROCK_LIGHT.OUT
WIGFRID :             Looks delicate.
WOLFGANG :            Ha! More thing to smash!
MAXWELL :             It looks harmless.
WENDY :               The lava lost its will to burn...
WEBBER :              It looks like it might break.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Nothing but a sheath of igneous rock now.
WOODIE :              It looks like it could break.
WILLOW :              Aww, it's cooled off.

ROCK_MOON
WILSON :              That rock came from the moon.
WX78 :                A ROCK. FROM THE MOON
WIGFRID :             A gift from Mani.
WOLFGANG :            But is not cheese?
WENDY :               It's traveled so far...
WEBBER :              Neat!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Implications of a lunar body? Interesting.
WOODIE :              It's uh, a moon rock.
WILLOW :              Just another rock to me.

ROCK_PETRIFIED_TREE
WILSON :              It looks scared stiff.
WX78 :                LESS ORGANIC. IT'S AN IMPROVEMENT.
WIGFRID :             My mere presence struck terror into their tree-hearts!
WOLFGANG :            Now I punch it apart!
MAXWELL :             I think it looks much better this way.
WENDY :               Now it will never die...
WEBBER :              It's all stone and no bark.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Should make for an excellent building material.
WOODIE :              So... senseless.
WILLOW :              How am I supposed to burn it now?

ROCK_PETRIFIED_TREE_OLD
WILSON :              It looks scared stiff.
WX78 :                LESS ORGANIC. IT'S AN IMPROVEMENT.
WIGFRID :             My mere presence struck terror into their tree-hearts!
WOLFGANG :            Now I punch it apart!
MAXWELL :             I think it looks much better this way.
WENDY :               Now it will never die...
WEBBER :              It's all stone and no bark.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Should make for an excellent building material.
WOODIE :              So... senseless.
WILLOW :              How am I supposed to burn it now?

ROOK
WX78 :                ROOK AUTOMATON
WOLFGANG :            This one jumps the queen!
WOODIE :              Hmm... does the rook move in a straight line? I forget.
WILLOW :              It's a castle!

ROOK_NIGHTMARE
WX78 :                LOOSE WIRING DETECTED
WOODIE :              The gears are spilling out.
WILLOW :              It has a nasty smile.

ROPE
WOODIE :              Good for holding stuff to other stuff.

ROTTENEGG
WX78 :                I AM GLAD I CANNOT SMELL
MAXWELL :             Disgusting. Why keep this around?

RUBBLE
WX78 :                A DISMANTLED RELIC.
WIGFRID :             A pile of ancient rocks.
WOLFGANG :            Broken house stuff.
MAXWELL :             Everything eventually turns to dust.
WENDY :               Broken bits of stone.
WEBBER :              Rocks from an old city.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Looks like a job for library paste!
WOODIE :              Broken furniture.
WILLOW :              Broken furniture.

RUINSHAT
WX78 :                A HEAD-MOUNTED DYNAMIC DAMAGE MITIGATION DEVICE
WOODIE :              It's no toque, but it'll do.
WILLOW :              It seems like there's something flowing through it.

RUINS_BAT
WICKERBOTTOM :        An implement for administering devastating blows.

RUINS_RUBBLE
WILSON :              This can be fixed.
WX78 :                REQUIRES RECONDITIONING
WIGFRID :             Its days are not done.
WOLFGANG :            I will make better with crushing.
WENDY :               A pile of broken dreams.
WOODIE :              All busted up.
WILLOW :              That could probably be fixed up.

SADDLEHORN
WILSON :              This could take a saddle off.
WX78 :                HAHA, IT SHALL BE NAKED
WIGFRID :             Mighty steeds can be unsaddled with this.
WOLFGANG :            I won't hurt you, hair cow!
MAXWELL :             And I may never put it back on.
WENDY :               I'm only taking back what's mine.
WEBBER :              Leaves the beast nakey.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A device for forceful unfurnishment.
WOODIE :              Puts the critter back to how nature intended.
WILLOW :              I bet it stinks under the saddle.

SADDLE_BASIC
WILSON :              That'll allow the mounting of some smelly animal.
WX78 :                SELF ESTEEM RISING
WIGFRID :             Now to find a faithful steed.
WOLFGANG :            Just need creature mighty enough to hold me!
MAXWELL :             But that means I'd have to touch the smelly thing.
WENDY :               As if it wasn't already burdened by the yoke of life...
WEBBER :              We ride!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A crude device for equestrianism.
WOODIE :              Yep, that'll get us there.
WILLOW :              It's so uncomfortable.

SADDLE_RACE
WILSON :              This saddle really flies!
WX78 :                DOZENS OF CREATURES WERE MAIMED FOR THIS. HAHA
WIGFRID :             Oh to fly on the wings of Valkyrie!
WOLFGANG :            Butterflies feel soft under Wolfgang's strong butt!
MAXWELL :             But is it fast enough to escape the judgmental stares?
WENDY :               Too much whimsy gives me indigestion.
WEBBER :              It's a saddle made out of spidersnacks!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The decorative antennae are a lovely touch.
WOODIE :              Makes me feel like some sorta woodland nymph, eh?
WILLOW :              Was it worth it? I think it was worth it.

SADDLE_WAR
WILSON :              The only problem is the saddle sores.
WX78 :                DOMINATE ALL CREATURES
WIGFRID :             I ride to victory or death!
WOLFGANG :            We ride like kings!
MAXWELL :             At least it affords some dignity to the rider.
WENDY :               Oh, how we bend creatures to our ill intent.
WEBBER :              We'll have lots of fun riding on this.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A favorite perch of generals and assorted warlords.
WOODIE :              Makes me feel like a Mountie.
WILLOW :              I'm going to raze some villages!

SALTLICK
WILSON :              How many licks does it take to get to the center?
WX78 :                FLESHLINGS RUB THEIR FILTHY TONGUE-STUMPS ON IT
WIGFRID :             Minerals, not meat.
WOLFGANG :            Heh heh. Hair cow has funny tongue!
WENDY :               The beasts crave it...
WEBBER :              We really regret licking it. Blech.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A cube of sodium chloride to lure wild beasts.
WOODIE :              My mouth's dry just looking at it.
WILLOW :              It's a big block of slobbery salt.

SANITYROCK.ACTIVE
WX78 :                IT IS CARVED WITH PERFECTION.
WOLFGANG :            Is beautiful!
WOODIE :              Something is off aboot that rock, eh?
WILLOW :              I wonder what these markings mean.

SANITYROCK.INACTIVE
WX78 :                SEEMS SMALLER THAN PREVIOUS DATA INDICATES
WOLFGANG :            Is hiding underground.
WENDY :               Even this obelisk has left me.
WOODIE :              That makes sense.
WILLOW :              Where'd it go?

SAPLING.BURNING
WILLOW :              Burn! Yeah!

SAPLING.DISEASED
WILSON :              It looks pretty sick.
WX78 :                HA. DISEASE. A BIOLOGICAL LAPSE IN JUDGMENT.
WIGFRID :             Disease festers within its soul.
WOLFGANG :            Is weak. Sickly!
MAXWELL :             What has brought this blight upon my world?
WENDY :               It's not long for this world...
WEBBER :              Maybe it needs some chicken soup?
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.
WOODIE :              It's caught a bit of a bug.
WILLOW :              Burn the sick!

SAPLING.DISEASING
WILSON :              Err, something's not right.
WX78 :                THIS ORGANIC SEEMS MORE INFERIOR THAN USUAL
WIGFRID :             It is weakening before mine eyes!
WOLFGANG :            Is look even more puny.
MAXWELL :             Looks a little off, if you ask me.
WENDY :               It is on the precipice...
WEBBER :              Are you okay, lil sapling?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Hm... Seems more brittle than is usual.
WOODIE :              A poor excuse for wood.
WILLOW :              Blech. You smell.

SAPLING.GENERIC
WIGFRID :             It longs to be a spear.
WILLOW :              It'd be worth it to pick that.

SAPLING.PICKED
WIGFRID :             The small tree has been slain!
WEBBER :              Don't worry lil guy, it'll grow back!
WILLOW :              Poor little limp tree.

SAPLING.WITHERED
WILSON :              It might be okay if it cooled down.
WX78 :                TEMPERATURE IS OVER RECOMMENDED LEVELS
WOLFGANG :            Puny tree could not take heat.
WOODIE :              With this heat it'll never grow to chopping size!
WILLOW :              It's so dry, it's like it WANTS to be on fire.

SCORCHED_SKELETON
WX78 :                THE FLESHLING FRIED ITS CIRCUITS
WIGFRID :             Rest easy, spirit. Your fight is over.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang does not like this!!
MAXWELL :             At least the fire cut down on the smell.
WENDY :               The flame has cleansed this poor wretched soul.
WEBBER :              They're probably fine.
WICKERBOTTOM :        You don't inspire a great deal of confidence, dear.
WOODIE :              Yikes.
WILLOW :              Ewwwwwwwwwww!

SEEDS
WOODIE :              Not trees.

SEEDS_COOKED
WICKERBOTTOM :        A toasted embryonic plant treat!
WOODIE :              We call this \"lumberjack surprise\".

SEWING_KIT
WX78 :                IT JOINS COMPONENTS OF FIBRE TOGETHER
WILLOW :              But destruction is so much more fun!

SHADOWDIGGER
WILSON :              Oh good. Now there's more of him.
WX78 :                HE'S GOT THEM DOING HIS BIDDING. I RESPECT THAT.
WIGFRID :             I hope this serf is being treated with dignity.
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha! Tiny men should dance for amusement!
MAXWELL :             I'm a shadow of myself. Ha-ha!
WENDY :               Was he your brother?
WEBBER :              Sometimes scary things are nice.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Well, I suppose we did need an extra set of hands... Hm.
WOODIE :              Are your little buddies, uh... alive?
WILLOW :              Eww, it's even creepier than the real one.

SHOVEL
WX78 :                IT HAS MANY USES. DIGGING, MOSTLY

SIESTAHUT.BURNT
WX78 :                UNSATISFACTORY CONDITIONS FOR HIBERNATE MODE
WOLFGANG :            Napping place is gone.

SIESTAHUT.GENERIC
WX78 :                I CAN HIBERNATE MY SESSION IN THERE
WOLFGANG :            Napping place.

SILK
WX78 :                SPIDER INNARDS
MAXWELL :             Despite its origin, it could make some fine garments.
WILLOW :              Mmmmmm. Smooth.

SKELETON
WX78 :                HAH, IT DIED. CLASSIC HUMAN MISTAKE.
WOLFGANG :            Not enough muscle.
WILLOW :              I hope you at least went out in a blaze of glory.

SKELETON_PLAYER.DEFAULT
WILSON :              %s must've died performing an experiment with %s.
WX78 :                %s DIED IN A PATHETIC HEAP. IT SEEMS %s WAS THE CAUSE.
WIGFRID :             %s was felled by %s. Live on in Valhalla.
WOLFGANG :            Hah. %s did not have enough muscle to survive %s.
MAXWELL :             A pity, %s. So ill-prepared for %s.
WENDY :               I envy you, %s. Maybe I should play with %s?
WEBBER :              Oh no, %s! %s must have really hurt them!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s's skeleton is a permanent reminder to be mindful around %s.
WOODIE :              Poor %s. I should watch out for %s, eh?
WILLOW :              The fire of %s's life was extinguished by %s.

SKELETON_PLAYER.FEMALE
WILSON :              %s must've died performing an experiment with %s.
WX78 :                %s DIED IN A PATHETIC HEAP. IT SEEMS %s WAS THE CAUSE.
WIGFRID :             %s was felled by %s. She will live on in Valhalla.
WOLFGANG :            Hah. %s did not have enough muscle to survive %s.
MAXWELL :             A pity, %s. She was not prepared for %s.
WENDY :               I envy you, %s. Maybe I should play with %s?
WEBBER :              Oh no, %s! %s must have really hurt her!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s's skeleton is a permanent reminder to be mindful around %s.
WOODIE :              Poor %s. %s got her, eh?
WILLOW :              The fire of %s's life was extinguished by %s.

SKELETON_PLAYER.MALE
WILSON :              %s must've died performing an experiment with %s.
WX78 :                %s DIED IN A PATHETIC HEAP. IT SEEMS %s WAS THE CAUSE.
WIGFRID :             %s was felled by %s. He will live on in Valhalla.
WOLFGANG :            Hah. %s did not have enough muscle to survive %s.
MAXWELL :             A pity, %s. He was not prepared for %s.
WENDY :               I envy you, %s. Maybe I should play with %s?
WEBBER :              Oh no, %s! %s must have really hurt him!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s's skeleton is a permanent reminder to be mindful around %s.
WOODIE :              Poor %s. %s got him, eh?
WILLOW :              The fire of %s's life was extinguished by %s.

SKELETON_PLAYER.ROBOT
WILSON :              %s must've died performing an experiment with %s.
WX78 :                %s DIED IN A PATHETIC HEAP. IT SEEMS %s WAS THE CAUSE.
WIGFRID :             %s was felled by %s. They will live on in Valhalla.
WOLFGANG :            Hah. %s did not have enough muscle to survive %s.
MAXWELL :             A pity, %s. They were not prepared for %s.
WENDY :               I envy you, %s. Maybe I should play with %s?
WEBBER :              Oh no, %s! %s must have really hurt them!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s's skeleton is a permanent reminder to be mindful around %s.
WOODIE :              Poor %s. %s got them, eh?
WILLOW :              The fire of %s's life was extinguished by %s.

SKULLCHEST
WX78 :                THIS MAKES ME LAUGH
WIGFRID :             Ah, that was a good battle.
WOLFGANG :            This man had big head!
MAXWELL :             That chest is calling to me.
WENDY :               It shall contain my memento mori.
WEBBER :              Who knows what could be hiding in there!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A container resembling a cranium.
WOODIE :              That's scary!
WILLOW :              Ooooh, spooky!

SLURPER
WX78 :                IT VIOLATED MY SMELLING MODULE.
WOODIE :              I think it's living hair.
WILLOW :              Do they have little fires in their bellies?

SLURPERPELT
WILSON :              Doesn't look all that much different dead.
WX78 :                A HAIRY MEATSACK
WOLFGANG :            Strange fur clump.
WENDY :               An empty bag of hunger.
WOODIE :              Where's the nearest fur trader?
WILLOW :              Eeewwwww, it's still alive!

SLURPER_PELT
WILSON :              Doesn't look all that much different dead.
WX78 :                A HAIRY MEATSACK
WOLFGANG :            It's still moving!
WENDY :               An empty bag of hunger.
WOODIE :              Looks like a dead beaver.
WILLOW :              Eeewwwww, it's still alive!

SLURTLE
WX78 :                HE HAS A SHELL LIKE ME
WOLFGANG :            Ha! You are slow!
WILLOW :              I want to blow it up!

SLURTLEHAT
WENDY :               It certainly didn't help the original owner.
WILLOW :              It's perfectly head-shaped.

SLURTLEHOLE
WX78 :                THEY DON'T WEAR THEIR SHELLS IN THERE
WOLFGANG :            Hole full of slugs.
WILLOW :              I should burn them out.

SLURTLE_SHELLPIECES
WOLFGANG :            Is broken.
MAXWELL :             Some cracks can't be mended.
WEBBER :              Maybe that was a little too rough.
WILLOW :              Heh. It broke.

SMALLBIRD.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Is very small bird.
WILLOW :              Not quite a phoenix, but still cute. I guess.

SMALLBIRD.HUNGRY
WX78 :                IT REQUIRES INPUT
WOLFGANG :            Small bird is hungry.
WOODIE :              It wants something.
WILLOW :              Are you hungry?

SMALLBIRD.STARVING
WX78 :                IT IS ALMOST OUT OF FUEL
WOLFGANG :            Small bird will die from starving.
WILLOW :              Okay, okay! I get it, you're hungry.

SMALLMEAT
WEBBER :              A couple more'll make a morsel meal!

SMALLMEAT_DRIED
WX78 :                DEHYDRATED PROTEINS

SNURTLE
WX78 :                DIFFERENT SHELL, SAME SLUG
WOLFGANG :            Spirally!
WILLOW :              Kaboom!

SPAT
WILSON :              What a crusty looking animal.
WX78 :                AT LEAST IT HAS METAL COVERING IT
WIGFRID :             How much meat is hiding under there?
WOLFGANG :            Look so friendly and cuddly.
MAXWELL :             Ornery and tough as nails.
WENDY :               I should put it out of its misery.
WEBBER :              Maybe it just needs a cuddle!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ovis chalybs, and a right mean looking one at that.
WOODIE :              Reminds me of momma!
WILLOW :              I don't like your face!

SPEAR
WILLOW :              That looks good for jabbin'!

SPEAR_WATHGRITHR
WILSON :              It feels very stabby.
WX78 :                A PRIMITIVE KINETIC WEAPON
WOLFGANG :            Is a good weapon.
MAXWELL :             I can appreciate a finely crafted weapon.
WENDY :               It seems a tad dramatic.
WEBBER :              Pointy ouchies!
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a handsome hunting implement.
WOODIE :              Who needs a spear when you got ol'Luce?
WILLOW :              I prefer a flame, but to each her own.

SPIDER.DEAD
WX78 :                CONGRATULATIONS. YOU DID TERRIBLY
WIGFRID :             Cut down in battle, like so many before it.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's dead.
WOODIE :              Good!
WILLOW :              Ha! Showed you!

SPIDER.SLEEPING
WEBBER :              Aww! I think it's having a dream.
WILLOW :              I could take him.

SPIDEREGGSACK
WILSON :              I hope these don't hatch. Period.
WIGFRID :             Squashing these would be a waste of future battles.
WILLOW :              Tons of tiny disgusting spiders.

SPIDERGLAND
WX78 :                SPARE SPIDER PARTS
WEBBER :              I won't think about where it came from.
WILLOW :              Eeeeew it's slimy and stinky!

SPIDERHAT
WEBBER :              Very upsetting...

SPIDERQUEEN
WOLFGANG :            Oh no! Walking bug-house!
WICKERBOTTOM :        That must be the center of the hive-mind.
WOODIE :              You're not MY queen!
WILLOW :              Kill it with fire!

SPIDER_DROPPER
WILSON :              Note to self: Don't look up.
WX78 :                VERTICAL SPIDER SOURCE DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Scary spider from above.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, this species of arachnid has adapted to life on the cave ceiling.
WOODIE :              They're smart to live away from the corruption.
WILLOW :              They come from above.

SPIDER_SPITTER
WX78 :                A PROJECTILE SPIDER
WOLFGANG :            Ptoo! Ptoo!
WILLOW :              Get over here!

SPIDER_WARRIOR.DEAD
WX78 :                CONGRATULATIONS. YOU DID TERRIBLY
WIGFRID :             Victory once again!
WOLFGANG :            Not scary now!
WENDY :               Alas, brave warrior.
WEBBER :              Forgive us, brother.
WOODIE :              Great!
WILLOW :              He had it coming.

SPIDER_WARRIOR.SLEEPING
WX78 :                THREAT SUSPENDED
WOODIE :              You're snoozin' fer a bruisin'.
WILLOW :              Maybe I should just leave that one alone.

SPOILED_FOOD
WX78 :                EVEN I CANNOT PROCESS THAT
WOLFGANG :            Is ball of yuck!
WOODIE :              Aw, it's Diefenbakered.

SPORE_MEDIUM
WILSON :              It's just drifting around.
WX78 :                DOES IT RUN ON BATTERIES?
WIGFRID :             Light the set!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny bug?
MAXWELL :             How can a seed be so cheerful?
WENDY :               Be free, little one!
WEBBER :              Catch it! Catch it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A carrier of genetic information.
WOODIE :              Flying pinecones!
WILLOW :              It's like colorful sparks!

SPORE_MEDIUM_INV
WILSON :              I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
WX78 :                I HAVE CAPTURED IT
WIGFRID :             I'll direct this light where I please.
WOLFGANG :            I make it my pet.
MAXWELL :             I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.
WENDY :               So many have perished. But this one is safe.
WEBBER :              If we lick it we'll turn to wood!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.
WOODIE :              One day this might be a tree.
WILLOW :              It feels flammable.

SPORE_SMALL
WILSON :              It's just drifting around.
WX78 :                DOES IT RUN ON BATTERIES?
WIGFRID :             Light the set!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny bug?
MAXWELL :             How can a seed be so cheerful?
WENDY :               Be free, little one!
WEBBER :              Catch it! Catch it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A carrier of genetic information.
WOODIE :              Flying pinecones!
WILLOW :              It's like colorful sparks!

SPORE_SMALL_INV
WILSON :              I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
WX78 :                I HAVE CAPTURED IT
WIGFRID :             I'll direct this light where I please.
WOLFGANG :            I make it my pet.
MAXWELL :             I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.
WENDY :               So many have perished. But this one is safe.
WEBBER :              If we eat it we'll turn to water!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.
WOODIE :              One day this might be a tree.
WILLOW :              It feels flammable.

SPORE_TALL
WILSON :              It's just drifting around.
WX78 :                DOES IT RUN ON BATTERIES?
WIGFRID :             Light the set!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny bug?
MAXWELL :             How can a seed be so cheerful?
WENDY :               Be free, little one!
WEBBER :              Catch it! Catch it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A carrier of genetic information.
WOODIE :              Flying pinecones!
WILLOW :              It's like colorful sparks!

SPORE_TALL_INV
WILSON :              I'll keep a little light in my pocket.
WX78 :                I HAVE CAPTURED IT
WIGFRID :             I'll direct this light where I please.
WOLFGANG :            I make it my pet.
MAXWELL :             I hope it doesn't stain my jacket.
WENDY :               So many have perished. But this one is safe.
WEBBER :              If we stare at it we'll turn to stone!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'm a carrier of a carrier of genetic information.
WOODIE :              One day this might be a tree.
WILLOW :              It feels flammable.

STAFFLIGHT
WX78 :                SUCH POWER!!
WOLFGANG :            It hurts to touch.
WOODIE :              Well ain't that something.

STAFF_TORNADO
WX78 :                TREACHEROUSLY POWERFUL GUSTS
WOODIE :              I prefer to chop the trees myself.

STALAGMITE
WX78 :                ROCKS CONTAINING ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Is pointy.
WILLOW :              Rocks are boring.

STALAGMITE_FULL
WX78 :                ROCKS CONTAINING ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Is pointy.
WILLOW :              Rocks are boring.

STALAGMITE_LOW
WX78 :                ROCKS CONTAINING ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Is pointy.
WILLOW :              Rocks are boring.

STALAGMITE_MED
WX78 :                ROCKS CONTAINING ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Is pointy.
WILLOW :              Rocks are boring.

STALAGMITE_TALL
WX78 :                ROCK WITH ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Rock, reaching for the roof.
WILLOW :              More boring rocks.

STALAGMITE_TALL_FULL
WX78 :                ROCK WITH ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Rock, reaching for the roof.
WILLOW :              More boring rocks.

STALAGMITE_TALL_LOW
WX78 :                ROCK WITH ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Rock, reaching for the roof.
WILLOW :              More boring rocks.

STALAGMITE_TALL_MED
WX78 :                ROCK WITH ROCKS
WOLFGANG :            Rock, reaching for the roof.
WILLOW :              More boring rocks.

STATUEGLOMMER.EMPTY
WILSON :              I broke it. For science.
WX78 :                SMASHED STONE INSECT
MAXWELL :             The fewer statues the better, I say.
WENDY :               Death has claimed it.
WOODIE :              It had some cool things inside, eh?
WILLOW :              Looks about the same.

STATUEGLOMMER.GENERIC
WILSON :              I'm not sure what that's supposed to be.
WX78 :                STONE INSECT
WOLFGANG :            Why statue is not flying?
MAXWELL :             Thank goodness, I thought it was another wretched statue of me.
WOODIE :              That's a curious statue, eh?
WILLOW :              Is that supposed to be something?

STATUEHARP
WX78 :                SOMEONE FORGOT TO INSTALL THE HEAD MODULE.
WILLOW :              Such a nice statue. Shame if something were to happen to it.

STATUEMAXWELL
WILSON :              He's a lot shorter in person.
WX78 :                ALL THAT POWER AND HE COULDN'T EVEN DESTROY HUMANITY
WIGFRID :             The villain turns hero!
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha! Looks just like Wolfgang's new friend!
MAXWELL :             It seems silly now...
WENDY :               Did it go as you planned?
WEBBER :              We're still a little mad at him. But only a little.
WICKERBOTTOM :        He's actually quite a sweet boy when you peel away the ego.
WOODIE :              I'm gonna make fun of him for this later, eh?
WILLOW :              A big stone nerd.

STEELWOOL
WILSON :              Scratchy metal fibres.
WX78 :                METALLIC ORGANIC FIBRE. DOES NOT COMPUTE.
WIGFRID :             It could easily best regular wool in combat.
WOLFGANG :            Is like my arm hair.
MAXWELL :             Someone should use this to clean something.
WENDY :               This offers no hope of warmth.
WEBBER :              Scratchy, like father's beard!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It has a variety of household uses.
WOODIE :              That'll put the shine back on yer axe.
WILLOW :              Make a spark, it'll still burn.

STINGER
WX78 :                WARNING: TOXINS PRESENT
WOLFGANG :            Is sharp like skewer!

STRAWHAT
WILSON :              Hats always ruin my hair.
WENDY :               When the sun beats mercilessly, life finds a way. Ugh.
WEBBER :              Keeps the sun out of all eight of your eyes.

STUFFEDEGGPLANT
WILSON :              It's really stuffing!
WX78 :                MUST STUFF INTO FOOD RECEPTACLES
WOLFGANG :            Make yolk of other foods.
MAXWELL :             A meal fit for a king... or at least someone with a throne.
WEBBER :              We will stuff ourself with eggyplants!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This aubergine has been cooked and packed with comestibles.
WOODIE :              I'm getting better at cooking.

SUNKBOAT
WX78 :                UNABLE TO UTILIZE
WIGFRID :             No wonder it sank. It is not a longship.
WOLFGANG :            Is broken!
MAXWELL :             That's not how you use a boat!
WENDY :               A cruel trick!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A shipwreck, looks to be useless.
WOODIE :              That wood has seen better days.
WILLOW :              It's too far out, I can't even burn it!

SWEATERVEST
WILSON :              This vest is dapper as all get-out.
WX78 :                VEST HAS HIGH DAPPERNESS QUOTIENT
WOODIE :              It's not plaid, but it'll do.
WILLOW :              Not as nice as a flaming vest, but it'll do.

TAFFY
WILSON :              If I had a dentist they'd be mad I ate stuff like that.
WX78 :                STICKY AND SWEET. LOW NUTRITIONAL VALUE DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Is taffy for crushing!
MAXWELL :             It's almost entirely sugar.
WENDY :               Who knew such sweet things could exist here?
WEBBER :              Candy!
WICKERBOTTOM :        That's terrible for your teeth, dear.
WOODIE :              Sugary good.

TALLBIRD
WOLFGANG :            Is tallest bird!
WOODIE :              I don't trust birds that can't fly, either.

TALLBIRDEGG
WOLFGANG :            There is bird inside.
WOODIE :              What's in here?

TALLBIRDEGG_COOKED
WOODIE :              It tastes like justice.

TALLBIRDEGG_CRACKED.COLD
WILSON :              Is it shivering or am I?
WOLFGANG :            Bird is like ice cube!
WOODIE :              Too cold for you?
WILLOW :              Needs more fire!

TALLBIRDEGG_CRACKED.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Little bird is trying to get out.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Development appears to be progressing.
WOODIE :              It's hatching.
WILLOW :              Arise, my phoenix!

TALLBIRDEGG_CRACKED.HOT
WOLFGANG :            Is too hot for little bird!
WOODIE :              Is it crying?
WILLOW :              Is there such a thing as too much fire?

TALLBIRDEGG_CRACKED.LONG
WOLFGANG :            I wait for bird.
WOODIE :              Birds are never prompt.
WILLOW :              How long is this going to take?

TALLBIRDEGG_CRACKED.SHORT
WOLFGANG :            Bird comes soon.
WOODIE :              Anytime now.
WILLOW :              I'm getting tired of waiting.

TALLBIRDNEST.GENERIC
WIGFRID :             A feathered warrior lurks inside.
WOLFGANG :            Is big egg!
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a tremendous Magnus Avis egg!
WOODIE :              I should steal its egg to teach it a lesson.
WILLOW :              That egg could use some fire!

TALLBIRDNEST.PICKED
WOLFGANG :            Is nest of emptiness.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The nest is empty. Soon the cycle will begin anew.

TEENBIRD.GENERIC
WX78 :                ANGST DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Hah! Not so tall.
WOODIE :              It's growing up to be a jerk, just like its parents.
WILLOW :              I feel like he understands.

TEENBIRD.HUNGRY
WOLFGANG :            Is hungry, and noisy.
WOODIE :              Are you ALWAYS hungry?
WILLOW :              He sure eats a lot.

TEENBIRD.STARVING
WX78 :                IT IS STARTING TO BEHAVE IRRATIONALLY
WOLFGANG :            Is hungry, noisy, and angry!
WOODIE :              It getting wild with hunger.
WILLOW :              Don't look at me! Get your own food.

TELEBASE.GEMS
WX78 :                IT REQUIRES POWER
WOLFGANG :            Do not think it working.
WOODIE :              Needs gems, eh?
WILLOW :              It needs something more.

TELEBASE.VALID
WX78 :                IT IS READY FOR USE.
WOODIE :              It's ready, but am I?
WILLOW :              I can feel the magic!

TELEPORTATO_BASE.ACTIVE
WOLFGANG :            I do not fear what lies beyond!
WILLOW :              I just want to see this world burn.

TELEPORTATO_BASE.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Strange rock. Do I sit on?
WILLOW :              I like the way the symbols glow.

TELEPORTATO_BASE.LOCKED
WILSON :              There's still something missing.
WX78 :                SOMETHING IS MISSING STILL
WOLFGANG :            Something missing still.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The device needs to be activated.
WILLOW :              Needs to be unlocked somehow.

TELEPORTATO_BASE.PARTIAL
WOLFGANG :            Is coming together now.
WILLOW :              I'm making a monstrosity!

TELEPORTATO_BOX
WX78 :                THAT WOULD PROBABLY BLOW MY CIRCUITS
WOLFGANG :            Has little lever.
WILLOW :              It feels warm.

TELEPORTATO_CRANK
WILSON :              Tough enough to handle the most intense experiments.
WX78 :                I'M MADE OF TOUGHER STUFF
WOLFGANG :            Bendy thing is made of metal!
WILLOW :              What's this part good for?

TELEPORTATO_POTATO
WILSON :              This metal potato contains great and fearful power...
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha! Ha ha! What ugly potato!
WILLOW :              Perhaps it could be melted into a more pleasing shape.

TELEPORTATO_RING
WOLFGANG :            I can bend into perfect circle!
WILLOW :              This is too precious to burn!

TELESTAFF
WILSON :              That could reveal the world.
WX78 :                I WILL CALL IT THE MINION_MOVER_3000.
MAXWELL :             Magic can do amazing things, when funneled through the right channels.
WILLOW :              It's quite a rush to use.

TENT.BURNT
WILSON :              Nothing left to sleep in.
WX78 :                UNSATISFACTORY CONDITIONS FOR REBOOT
WOLFGANG :            Nothing left to nap in.

TENT.GENERIC
WEBBER :              It's way past our bedtime!
WOODIE :              I'm used to sleeping in worse.

TENTACLE
WICKERBOTTOM :        A horror waiting in the mud.
WILLOW :              Not at all cuddly.

TENTACLESPIKE
WX78 :                THIS IS VICIOUSLY VISCOUS
WICKERBOTTOM :        Never grab the pointy end.

TENTACLESPOTS
WX78 :                NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH
WOLFGANG :            Yuck! Slimy!

TENTACLE_GARDEN
WILSON :              Yet another slimy pole.
WX78 :                SENSORS DETECT SOMETHING BENEATH
WIGFRID :             I will thrust my spear into that mass of tentacles!
WOLFGANG :            Hmmmm, suspicious!
MAXWELL :             This one is odd.
WOODIE :              I'm tired of these squids!
WILLOW :              I hear little digging sounds.

TENTACLE_PILLAR
WILSON :              A slimy pole.
WX78 :                DOES NOT LOOK BETTER FROM THIS END
WOLFGANG :            Lots of little friends!
WENDY :               So this is what goes on down below.
WICKERBOTTOM :        There's more of it below than above!
WILLOW :              It's quivering.

TENTACLE_PILLAR_ARM
WX78 :                DANGER! DANGER!
WIGFRID :             A gross, grasping appendage.
WOLFGANG :            Tiny tentacle baby thing! Ha!
MAXWELL :             Babies?
WENDY :               Babies!
WEBBER :              Aw, it's just a baby!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A tiny horror waiting in the mud.
WILLOW :              Awwww, they want hugs!

TENTACLE_PILLAR_HOLE
WILSON :              Seems stinky, but worth exploring.
WX78 :                I DETECT MASSIVE BIOMASS BELOW
WIGFRID :             The lair of my tallest foe!
WOLFGANG :            You run away from mighty Wolfgang?
MAXWELL :             Ugh! How can it live down there?
WENDY :               It shall return, some day.
WEBBER :              Oooh let's jump in!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It appears to be all connected somehow.
WOODIE :              Not even a stump left behind!
WILLOW :              What a smell! Light a match next time!

THULECITE
WX78 :                A MOST AESTHETICALLY PLEASING MINERAL
WIGFRID :             This material possesses gargantuan strength!
WOODIE :              It's the wood of the caves!
WILLOW :              I don't think it would burn.

THULECITE_PIECES
WILSON :              It's some smaller chunks of Thulecite.
WX78 :                THESE COULD BE DEFRAGMENTED TO CREATE A BIGGER PIECE
WOLFGANG :            Can smash together to make bigger piece!
WENDY :               Fragments of a powerful material.
WOODIE :              It's not wood but it'll do.
WILLOW :              This Thulecite crumbled to pieces.

TOPHAT
WENDY :               A piece of finery to help forget the inescapable wild.

TRAILMIX
WX78 :                HIGHLY NUTRITIONAL
WOLFGANG :            Berries and nuts, berries and nuts!
WOODIE :              The perfect snack for a day of chopping.

TRANSISTOR
WX78 :                GREETINGS, SISTER
WEBBER :              A very well crafted doodad!
WOODIE :              I won't even pretend to know how that works.

TRAP
WX78 :                EXPERTLY WOVEN PLANT BITS
WIGFRID :             A well constructed trap. Tonight we feast!

TRAP_TEETH_MAXWELL
WX78 :                TECHNOLOGY TURNED AGAINST ME
WOLFGANG :            Whoever put this is bad fella!
WOODIE :              That's not playing fair, eh?
WILLOW :              I know exactly what kind of jerk leaves this lying around!

TREASURECHEST.BURNT
WX78 :                STORAGE SIZE REDUCED TO ZERO
WICKERBOTTOM :        The charred skeleton of a storage chest.
WOODIE :              I guess wood does have a downside...
WILLOW :              The trunk burned nicely.

TREASURECHEST.GENERIC
WOODIE :              Wood is so handy! Look at all the things you can make!

TREASURECHEST_TRAP
WIGFRID :             I am always ready.
WOLFGANG :            Raagh!
MAXWELL :             Hmmm. Looks suspicious.
WENDY :               Every once in awhile, things go my way.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Looks suspicious...
WOODIE :              Something is not quite right aboot that chest.
WILLOW :              Dirty trick!

TREECLUMP
WIGFRID :             A dead end! I must stand and fight.
WOLFGANG :            Do not block Wolfgang's way!
MAXWELL :             I can't get through there.
WENDY :               Was this placed intentionally?
WICKERBOTTOM :        The flora grows thick here.
WOODIE :              You're asking for a good chop, bud.
WILLOW :              Moooooooooooooove.

TREEGUARD
WX78 :                HOSTILE DETECTED
WOLFGANG :            Tree man! Fight me!
MAXWELL :             Stop this ridiculous charade, beast.
WENDY :               It was summoned by the death of its family...
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fascinating... it's become bipedal!
WOODIE :              The forest spirits have been angered!
WILLOW :              You'll burn like the rest!

TRINKET_1
WILSON :              Melted. Maybe Willow had some fun with them?
WOLFGANG :            Glob of glass!
MAXWELL :             These must have been heated to an incredible temperature.
WENDY :               Perfectly misshapen.
WEBBER :              We could still play with these, if we're extra creative.
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a lovely set of bottle washers! Too bad they're all melted.
WOODIE :              I used to play that game.
WILLOW :              That's how you play marbles, right? By burning them?

TRINKET_10
WILSON :              They've quickly become Wes' favorite prop.
WX78 :                STOP SMILING. IT'S GROSS
WOLFGANG :            Is pearly chompers!
MAXWELL :             Is that a crack about my age?
WENDY :               Another mouth to feed.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I don't appreciate the insinuation, dear.
WOODIE :              Choppers for old folks.
WILLOW :              Hey Maxwell, I think you dropped these!

TRINKET_11
WIGFRID :             A warrior encased in armor. I'm told its name is \"Hal.\"
WOLFGANG :            Angry metal friend WX would like this, yes!
MAXWELL :             I'm not listening.
WENDY :               I warned you, WX, never ingest bottles labeled \"Drink me.\"
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, it's a scale replica of that mischievous robot.
WILLOW :              Ooh, I wonder if he has a flamethrower!

TRINKET_12
WILSON :              That's just asking to be experimented on.
WX78 :                ORGANICS FINDING NEW AND INTERESTING WAYS TO BE REPULSIVE
WIGFRID :             Remnants of Ms. Wicker's summons? Truly a fierce woman.
MAXWELL :             I'm not touching that without several pairs of gloves.
WENDY :               Not so slimy any more, are we?
WICKERBOTTOM :        A muscular hydrostat that's been sat near something hygroscopic.
WOODIE :              It's all withered.
WILLOW :              I bet Wilson would enjoy dissecting this.

TRINKET_13
WX78 :                ORGANICS ALL LOOK THE SAME TO ME
WIGFRID :             A small, peculiar woman.
WOLFGANG :            Ah! Is scary Wendy girl! ...No, wait, is just toy.
MAXWELL :             Don't look at me like that.
WENDY :               I'd carry this to the end of the world.
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a positively, delightfully odd little lady.
WOODIE :              She looks friendly.
WILLOW :              She looks like she was forged in flame.

TRINKET_14
WILSON :              Now if I only had some tea...
WX78 :                THIS DUMB CERAMIC THING SPILLS LEAFWATER EVERYWHERE
WIGFRID :             Tea is a luxury that warriors cannot afford.
WOLFGANG :            Beard will not like such pictures.
MAXWELL :             Perhaps I'll invite the librarian for a nice mandrake tea.
WENDY :               I wish my life force would drain away like the tea.
WEBBER :              We want some hot cocoa.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I think it's quite lovely, despite the cracks left by age...
WOODIE :              Gaudy as all get-out.
WILLOW :              They put a bird on it.

TRINKET_15
WILSON :              ...Maxwell left his stuff out again.
WX78 :                IT'S REALLY BIG
WIGFRID :             A noble fighter.
WOLFGANG :            Junk from braingame!
MAXWELL :             Charlie was the only one who ever kept me in check.
WENDY :               Winning with only one piece is hopeless.
WEBBER :              We don't know how to play this game.
WICKERBOTTOM :        In medieval chess, this piece was called the elephant.
WOODIE :              And here I am just a pawn, eh?
WILLOW :              What is it with megalomaniacs and chess?

TRINKET_16
WILSON :              ...Maxwell left his stuff out again.
WX78 :                IT'S REALLY BIG
WIGFRID :             A noble fighter.
WOLFGANG :            Junk from braingame!
MAXWELL :             Charlie was the only one who ever kept me in check.
WENDY :               Winning with only one piece is hopeless.
WEBBER :              We don't know how to play this game.
WICKERBOTTOM :        The groove in this piece symbolizes the bishop's ceremonial headwear.
WOODIE :              And here I am just a pawn, eh?
WILLOW :              What is it with megalomaniacs and chess?

TRINKET_17
WILSON :              A horrifying utensil fusion. Maybe science *can* go too far.
WX78 :                SUCH SENSELESS VIOLENCE
WIGFRID :             A poor weapon.
MAXWELL :             The product of a very immature magician, perhaps.
WENDY :               Two utensils that are one. It reminds me of myself and Abigail.
WEBBER :              Spork. Spork. Spork. Hahaha!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This would be a practical eating utensil if it weren't bent.
WOODIE :              It needs to be straightened, eh?
WILLOW :              Metal bends when it gets nice and hot.

TRINKET_18
WILSON :              I wonder what it's hiding?
WX78 :                SOMETHING'S JINGLING AROUND INSIDE
WIGFRID :             I must mentor the young one in battle strategy.
WOLFGANG :            Wheeled horsey!
MAXWELL :             A metaphor, perhaps.
WENDY :               It conceals tragedy.
WEBBER :              We like toys.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
WOODIE :              I would have liked this when I was a boy.
WILLOW :              I bet Wigfrid would be into this.

TRINKET_19
WILSON :              It doesn't spin very well.
WX78 :                INFINITELY BETTER THAN AN UNBALANCED BOTTOM
WIGFRID :             A useless toy.
WOLFGANG :            Could give it a spin.
MAXWELL :             Admittedly, it's difficult to maintain balance when you're on top.
WENDY :               The spinning inevitably ends, just like life.
WEBBER :              This toy doesn't work very well.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A good illustration of gyroscopic precession.
WOODIE :              It keeps falling over, eh?
WILLOW :              Useful only for kindling.

TRINKET_2
WX78 :                AN OBVIOUS COUNTERFEIT
WOLFGANG :            Fake bless you.
MAXWELL :             A complete and utter fraud...
WENDY :               Just a temptation, like death.
WICKERBOTTOM :        A fake membranophone.
WOODIE :              Much kazoo about nothing.
WILLOW :              A cheap fake. It probably doesn't even burn properly.

TRINKET_20
WILSON :              Wigfrid keeps jumping out and hitting me with it?!
WIGFRID :             Finally, a safe weapon with which to spar with my new allies.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang's arms too thick to reach back.
WENDY :               My back doesn't need scratching.
WEBBER :              Can we dig in the dirt with this?
WICKERBOTTOM :        An instrument of self-sufficiency.
WOODIE :              Wigfrid keeps using it to \"spar\" with me and Lucy. We're afraid.
WILLOW :              This looks a little like a fire iron.

TRINKET_21
WILSON :              This egg beater is all bent out of shape.
WX78 :                A DISTANT COUSIN?
WIGFRID :             Cooking utensils do not interest me.
WOLFGANG :            Is fun to crank.
MAXWELL :             I know when I've been beaten.
WEBBER :              Mom had one of these.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I have an excellent meringue recipe.
WOODIE :              It belongs in a kitchen, not in the woods.
WILLOW :              When I crank it Wes pretends to ride unicycle circles around me.

TRINKET_22
WILSON :              I have a few theories about this string.
WX78 :                WHO KEEPS TYING TOGETHER ALL THOSE BIRDS?
WIGFRID :             It won't stand up to the rigors of battle.
MAXWELL :             The monster child gets tangled in this frequently.
WENDY :               I'm not a-frayed.
WEBBER :              It's kinda like our webbing!
WICKERBOTTOM :        My grandmother used to knit.
WOODIE :              I'd rather have some proper rope.
WILLOW :              I could use this as a very long fuse...

TRINKET_23
WILSON :              I can put my shoes on without help, thanks.
WX78 :                THE HORN OF WHAT?
WIGFRID :             Not as useful as a battle horn.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang does not know which end to blow.
MAXWELL :             I was looking for that.
WENDY :               I don't have a use for it.
WEBBER :              Are we supposed to blow on it?
WOODIE :              Maxwell probably needs that for his fancy shoes.
WILLOW :              It looks like it might melt in a fire.

TRINKET_24
WILSON :              I think Wickerbottom had a cat.
WX78 :                WHAT'S A CAT?
WIGFRID :             Grant me luck on the battlefield!
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang does not like even fake cat.
MAXWELL :             It's been beheaded.
WENDY :               I've never been lucky.
WEBBER :              No cookies. Yet!
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a positively adorable kitty cat. Sigh.
WOODIE :              We should whip up some pumpkin cookies to put in it, eh?
WILLOW :              I don't want Ms. Wickerbottom to be sad. Let's burn it!

TRINKET_25
WILSON :              It smells kind of stale.
WX78 :                I HAVE NO NOSE BUT I'M SURE I SMELL GREAT ALREADY
WIGFRID :             Perhaps the stench will drive the enemy away.
WOLFGANG :            Smell like laundry.
MAXWELL :             The strongman's wardrobe is brimming with them, judging from the odor.
WENDY :               It smells of decay and death.
WICKERBOTTOM :        What an unpleasant scent.
WOODIE :              I already smell like pine and woodchips, according to Lucy.
WILLOW :              I stuck one down Wolfgang's unitard when he wasn't looking. Haha.

TRINKET_26
WILSON :              Food and a cup! The ultimate survival container.
WIGFRID :             My allies will appreciate the survival training I've bestowed.
WOLFGANG :            Is cup made of potato, I think.
MAXWELL :             This was important to one very specific person once.
WENDY :               That potato is as hollow as I am.
WEBBER :              You're our cuppy cup!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It appears to be a primitive cup fashioned from a tuber.
WOODIE :              Genius! A cup for a proper woodsman.
WILLOW :              I would have roasted it.

TRINKET_27
WILSON :              If you unwound it you could poke someone from really far away.
WX78 :                THE ROBOT EQUIVALENT OF AN AMOEBA
WIGFRID :             This weak, flimsy wire reminds me... I must toughen Maxwell up!
WOLFGANG :            Is skinny and bendy, like clownman Wes.
MAXWELL :             Finally. My suits were getting wrinkles. Wrinkles!
WENDY :               Now at least the wardrobe can be organized.
WEBBER :              This is stupid.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I miss the comforts of home.
WOODIE :              No point hanging clothes in the woods.
WILLOW :              I want to stick it in a fire!

TRINKET_3
WX78 :                WHOSE KNOT IS THIS? THAT'S A WELL-GORDED SECRET.
WOLFGANG :            Is knot what Wolfgang expected.
MAXWELL :             A tangled mess. Like life.
WENDY :               If only knives solved more of my problems...
WICKERBOTTOM :        Oh, I just love the bard.
WOODIE :              Reminds me of a story I heard once.
WILLOW :              Why use a knife when you can use fire?

TRINKET_4
WX78 :                HEY SCIENTIST THIS HORRIBLE JUNK LOOKS JUST LIKE YOU
WIGFRID :             A small, peculiar man.
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha! Is tiny man!
MAXWELL :             Don't look at me like that.
WENDY :               I'd carry this to the end of the world.
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a positively, delightfully odd little fellow.
WOODIE :              Wolfgang would appreciate that moustache.
WILLOW :              He looks like he was forged in flame.

TRINKET_5
WX78 :                AN IMPRACTICAL HUMAN CHILD'S TOY
WOLFGANG :            What is do?
MAXWELL :             A toy for a child's mind.
WENDY :               I'll hold onto it... but only for a friend.
WICKERBOTTOM :        This spacecraft looks to have inadequate thermal controls.
WOODIE :              It needs a robot arm, eh?
WILLOW :              Check out those tiny thrusters. Such explosive power!

TRINKET_6
WX78 :                WHO DID THOSE COME OUT OF? PUT THEM BACK IN!!
WOLFGANG :            Robot bits.
MAXWELL :             I might hide those in the robot's bedroll if I get bored.
WENDY :               Once alive with electricity, they've met their end.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I do hope WX-78 is feeling alright.
WOODIE :              They're not good any more, eh?
WILLOW :              These wires get WX all frazzled. Heh heh.

TRINKET_7
WX78 :                A DEVICE FOR WASTING TIME
WIGFRID :             No time for games! I must train my new allies!
WOLFGANG :            Tiny torchlady Willow start firepits with toy! Very impressive.
MAXWELL :             Not something a grown man should be caught playing with.
WENDY :               Just a simple game.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I think I'll keep this. I know someone who might like it.
WOODIE :              'Might take it to the kid.
WILLOW :              Spinning the stick in the hole could start a fire. Thanks Girl Scouts!

TRINKET_8
WILSON :              Great. All of my tub stopping needs are met.
WX78 :                I DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHERE THAT GOES
WOLFGANG :            Hardened, like Wolfgang.
MAXWELL :             I'd prefer a pocketwatch on a chain.
WENDY :               I wish I could take a bath.
WEBBER :              I miss bath toys.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It reminds me of my bathtub. I could use a long soak.
WOODIE :              Reminds me... gotta convince Willow to take a *real* bath.
WILLOW :              I've never liked bathing with water.

TRINKET_9
WX78 :                THOSE DIDN'T COME FROM ME
WOLFGANG :            Strong brainlady Wickerbottom maybe need for repair cardigans.
MAXWELL :             My suits don't deserve to be defaced with these tacky atrocities.
WENDY :               Mismatched buttons for a mismatched life.
WICKERBOTTOM :        What a coincidence. My cardigan is missing a button!
WOODIE :              I just sew my clothing shut around me when I put it on.
WILLOW :              Cute as Wendy's lil nose.

TRUNKVEST_WINTER
WX78 :                IMPROVED TEMPERATURE CONTROL HOUSING
WEBBER :              You're always supposed to wear a jacket!

TRUNK_COOKED
WOLFGANG :            Is cooked nose.

TRUNK_WINTER
WX78 :                CABLE IS MORE DISGUSTING AND HAIRY THAN NORMAL
WOLFGANG :            Is floppy hairy nose.

TUMBLEWEED
WX78 :                IT COULD CONTAIN MANY THINGS
WOLFGANG :            Come back little tumbling ball!
WOODIE :              I wish it was sturdier so I could chop it.
WILLOW :              It looks highly flammable.

TURF_BADLANDS
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_CARPETFLOOR
WX78 :                CARPET GROUND
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_CAVE
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_CHECKERFLOOR
WX78 :                MARBLE GROUND
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_DECIDUOUS
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_DESERTDIRT
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_DIRT
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
MAXWELL :             Dusty.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_DRAGONFLY
WILSON :              Do you want proof that it's fireproof?
WX78 :                CONDITION: INFLAMMABLE. WAIT. NOT FLAMMABLE?
WIGFRID :             A warm piece of the battlefield.
WOLFGANG :            Hot step stones.
MAXWELL :             It's warm, but quells flame.
WEBBER :              Warm and cozy ground!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This substance is imbued with a sort of natural fire deterrent.
WOODIE :              Fire doesn't quite take here, eh?
WILLOW :              My lighter doesn't work on it.

TURF_FOREST
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_FUNGUS
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WOODIE :              It's mushy, like peas.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_FUNGUS_GREEN
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_FUNGUS_RED
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_GRASS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_MARSH
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_MUD
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WOODIE :              At least you don't have to clean it.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_ROAD
WIGFRID :             The road to battle leads wherever we will it.
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_ROCKY
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_SANDY
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_SAVANNA
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_SINKHOLE
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WOODIE :              I found this underground.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_UNDERROCK
WILSON :              Yet another ground type.
WX78 :                GROUND PARTS
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WOODIE :              Rocks. Bleh.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURF_WOODFLOOR
WOLFGANG :            Step stones.
WILLOW :              The ground is boring.

TURKEYDINNER
WOLFGANG :            Is good feast of bird meat.
WEBBER :              Like mother used to make, in the before time!
WOODIE :              Turkey day is here again!

TWIGGYTREE.BURNT
WX78 :                YOU LOSE.

TWIGGYTREE.CHOPPED
WX78 :                THE NATURAL WORLD IS OVERRATED
WOLFGANG :            Ha! You stood no chance!
WEBBER :              Would a cool bandaid make you feel better, Mr. Tree?

TWIGGYTREE.DISEASED
WILSON :              It looks sick. More so than usual.
WX78 :                HA. DISEASE. A BIOLOGICAL LAPSE IN JUDGMENT
WIGFRID :             Disease festers within its soul.
WOLFGANG :            Is weak. Sickly!
MAXWELL :             What has brought this blight upon my world?
WENDY :               It's not long for this world...
WEBBER :              Maybe it needs some chicken soup?
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's afflicted with an agrarian disease beyond my curing.
WOODIE :              It's caught a bit of a bug.
WILLOW :              Burn the sick!

TWIGGYTREE.GENERIC
WILSON :              It's all stick-y.
WX78 :                AN EVEN MORE PATHETIC TREE
WIGFRID :             Triumph will accompany its many resources.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will snap like toothpick!
MAXWELL :             The tree of an amateur.
WENDY :               How all must toil for the necessities of life.
WEBBER :              We want to climb it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This species yields lumber and pliable sprigs. Useful.
WOODIE :              Choppin's choppin'.
WILLOW :              How are you supposed to get the sticks from up there??

TWIGGY_NUT
WILSON :              There's a stick-y tree inside it that wants to get out.
WX78 :                TWIGGY TREE SOURCE CODE
WIGFRID :             It will one one day rival Yggdrasil!
WOLFGANG :            Little cone make big tree!
MAXWELL :             I could plant it... but why?
WENDY :               It's sad it's not in the earth.
WEBBER :              The tree wants to come out and play!
WOODIE :              With a little care, this could make fer some good choppin'.
WILLOW :              Looks like campfire fuel to me!

TWIGGY_NUT_SAPLING
WILSON :              It doesn't need any help to grow.
WX78 :                IT'S TAKING FOREVER TO GROW
WIGFRID :             Grow tall and strong.
WOLFGANG :            Grow, grow little tree!
MAXWELL :             It's of no use in it's current state. Only time will tell.
WENDY :               It looks so innocent.
WEBBER :              Little tree!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It is fast growing into a fine young tree.
WOODIE :              One day it'll make good chopping.
WILLOW :              It'll grow... unless something fiery happens to it.

TWIGGY_OLD
WILSON :              That tree looks pretty wimpy.
WX78 :                PATHETIC.
WIGFRID :             It will soon return to the earth.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang wishes to put weak tree out of misery!
MAXWELL :             Look at you. You're useless.
WENDY :               Thin. Sad. Shriveled.
WEBBER :              It's too flimsy to climb.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It would be a waste of time and resources to chop that old thing.
WOODIE :              I'd be lucky to get two chops out of that thing.
WILLOW :              Fire would release it from its torment.

TWIGS
WEBBER :              Does anyone want to play stick swords with us??
WILLOW :              A bunch of small twigs. Good for fires, among other things.

UMBRELLA
WEBBER :              Should keep some of the rain out.

UNAGI
WILSON :              I hope this doesn't make anyone eel!
WX78 :                A FANCIER FUEL PACK
WOLFGANG :            Food makes me mighty!
WOODIE :              It'll fill ya up.
WILLOW :              You can make it fancy but it's still an eel.

UNIMPLEMENTED
WILSON :              It doesn't look finished! It could be dangerous.
WX78 :                WARNING: UNIMPLEMENTED
WIGFRID :             A mysterious relic, sure to contain great power.
WOLFGANG :            I do not trust unfinished business.
MAXWELL :             Just what are you up to now, Charlie?
WENDY :               It's not done, like life.
WEBBER :              What a crummy item.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It's under construction.
WOODIE :              It doesn't look safe.
WILLOW :              It's not finished. But I bet it still burns.

WAFFLES
WILSON :              I'm waffling on whether it needs more syrup.
WX78 :                ERROR: TOO DELICIOUS!
WOLFGANG :            Why does bread have holes?
MAXWELL :             An excellent start to the morning. Or evening.
WOODIE :              I prefer flapjacks.

WALL_HAY.BURNT
WX78 :                EVEN LESS OPTIMAL
WOLFGANG :            Grass burned up!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I was right not to trust it.
WOODIE :              Well that escalated quickly.

WALL_HAY.GENERIC
WOODIE :              You could sneeze it down.

WALL_MOONROCK
WILSON :              Spacey and smooth!
WX78 :                WELCOME TO THE WX-78 MOONBASE
WIGFRID :             Wholly impregnable, a worthy fortification!
WOLFGANG :            Rock of moon protects Wolfgang.
MAXWELL :             I like to build walls between myself and the world.
WENDY :               The moon... she whispers promises of protection to me.
WEBBER :              We feel safe behind this wall... it makes us sleepy...
WICKERBOTTOM :        A job well done.
WOODIE :              Looks nice'n'sturdy.
WILLOW :              Safe for now.

WALL_MOONROCK_ITEM
WILSON :              Very light, but surprisingly tough.
WX78 :                CAN THIS BUILD A MOONBASE?
WIGFRID :             Our fortress shall be impenetrable!
WOLFGANG :            Can build with power of moon!
MAXWELL :             Where should I put this?
WENDY :               This gift from above should not go to waste.
WEBBER :              We thought \"moon\" meant something totally different!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fits comfortably in my pocket.
WOODIE :              It's not much use like that.
WILLOW :              I guess I could carry it.

WALL_RUINS
WX78 :                OLD BUT STILL FUNCTIONAL
WIGFRID :             Nigh impenetrable.
WOLFGANG :            Old wall is strong!
WOODIE :              Crumbling, but still secure, eh?

WALL_RUINS_ITEM
WX78 :                POCKET STONE DEFENSE
WOLFGANG :            Stack of old rocks!
WOODIE :              Heh, stoned again, eh?
WILLOW :              Will those fit in my pockets?

WALL_STONE
WEBBER :              Bow to the base-building masters!

WALL_STONE_ITEM
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'll carry them. My strong backbone always was my best asset.

WALL_WOOD.BURNT
WX78 :                I AM NOW LESS REASSURED
WOLFGANG :            Goodbye, pointy sticks!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fire was its weakness.
WOODIE :              I miss the old you.

WALL_WOOD.GENERIC
WEBBER :              Like a pillow fort, but wood!

WALRUS
WILSON :              Walruses are natural predators.
WX78 :                I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF HIM
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha. Is blubbery flubbery man.

WALRUS_CAMP.EMPTY
WX78 :                WHERE ARE THEY?
WOLFGANG :            Is locked.
WILLOW :              I'm not going in there. Yuck!

WALRUS_CAMP.GENERIC
WX78 :                I HEAR A FAINT OORKING
WOLFGANG :            How do they all fit?
WILLOW :              Why does everyone have a nicer house than me?

WALRUS_TUSK
WILSON :              I'm sure I'll find a use for it eventually.
WX78 :                IT WASN'T MUCH HELP TO ITS ORIGINAL OWNER

WARDROBE.BURNING
WX78 :                DEACTIVATION INITIATED
WIGFRID :             No, my furs and cloaks!
WOLFGANG :            Box of fire!
WENDY :               Soon it will be nothing but ashes.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Hmm, now it reminds me of a very different famous book.
WOODIE :              Wood is the best at burning.

WARDROBE.BURNT
WILSON :              It's outta style now.
WX78 :                PERMANENTLY DEACTIVATED
WIGFRID :             No use crying over burnt pelts.
WOLFGANG :            Box all gone.
MAXWELL :             Dapperness is a state of mind.
WENDY :               Now it doesn't remind me of anything.
WEBBER :              We can't hide in there any more.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It used to be a wardrobe.
WOODIE :              Not so useful now, eh?
WILLOW :              Aww, the fire burned out.

WARDROBE.GENERIC
WILSON :              It holds dark, forbidden secrets...
WX78 :                ROBOTS ARE NOT INTERESTED IN FASHION
WIGFRID :             That's where I keep my furs and cloaks.
WOLFGANG :            Box of clothes!
MAXWELL :             Fashion without function.
WENDY :               It reminds me of a story I used to read with Abigail.
WEBBER :              We like to pop out and scare our friends sometimes. Haha!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This reminds me of a famous book.
WOODIE :              It's hard to stay neat and tidy in the woods.
WILLOW :              I want to set it on fire.

WARG
WILSON :              You might be something to reckon with, big dog.
WX78 :                IT LIVES TO EAT LARGE THINGS
WIGFRID :             Be that you, Fenrir?
WOLFGANG :            Big puppy!
WOODIE :              That thing could pull a sled by its lonesome.
WILLOW :              You're a big mean jerk!

WASPHIVE
WX78 :                A BEAUTIFUL EXAMPLE OF EFFICIENCY
WILLOW :              A cone full of jerks.

WATERBALLOON
WILSON :              What a scientific marvel!
WX78 :                KEEP THAT AWAY FROM MY CIRCUITS!
WIGFRID :             Prepare to engage in water-y battle!
WOLFGANG :            Is very squishy-wobbly!
MAXWELL :             Do you have any idea how much this suit cost?
WENDY :               At any moment it could pop and spill its guts.
WEBBER :              We have to be gentle with our claws if we try to hold it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        A toy for children.
WOODIE :              Could be fun times lobbin' these around.
WILLOW :              Boo! Hissss!

WATERMELON
WX78 :                SPHERE OF JUICE
WOODIE :              How can it be both water and melon?
WILLOW :              I once knew a melon named Walter. He was a jerk.

WATERMELONHAT
WX78 :                HAT SEEMS INCOMPATIBLE WITH MY FUNCTION
WENDY :               It makes the wearer's head sticky. Yuck.
WOODIE :              Well, points for creativity.
WILLOW :              Well, that's one use for this fruit.

WATERMELONICLE
WILSON :              Cryogenic watermelon.
WX78 :                WATERMELON ON ICE
WOLFGANG :            Ha! Melon on a stick.
WOODIE :              Wood AND food?!
WILLOW :              Why would you freeze a fruit when you could burn it?

WATERMELON_COOKED
WX78 :                HOT JUICE
WOLFGANG :            Seeds is cooked out of melon now.
WEBBER :              Anything can be cooked!
WOODIE :              I'm not sure aboot grilled fruit...
WILLOW :              Warm, sweet, juicy Walter.

WATERMELON_SEEDS
WILSON :              It's a melon seed.
WX78 :                IT'S SOURCE CODE FOR JUICE SPHERES
WIGFRID :             Seedy.
WOLFGANG :            Maybe will grow into tasty snacks?
MAXWELL :             I could probably plant these.
WENDY :               Perfectly shaped for spitting.
WEBBER :              If we eat these will they grow inside us?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Plant them to grow a lanatus.
WOODIE :              Maybe I could plant them?
WILLOW :              I could grow them, but that sounds boring.

WATHGRITHR.ATTACKER
WILSON :              I'd like to avoid a punch from %s, if possible.
WX78 :                %s LIKES TO BEAT UP ORGANICS. HAHA.
WIGFRID :             %s is tempting fate.
WOLFGANG :            %s will make a worthy fight!
MAXWELL :             What is %s's motivation?
WENDY :               %s... she's bloodthirsty.
WEBBER :              %s looks really mean. And tough.
WICKERBOTTOM :        You're not making trouble, are you %s?
WOODIE :              %s has raiding and looting on the brain...
WILLOW :              Take it down a notch, %s!

WATHGRITHR.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              %s is really heating things up today.
WX78 :                %s IS LAYING WASTE TO THE WORLD. HA HA
WIGFRID :             A fellow Viking, forged in flames!
WOLFGANG :            Why starting fires, stronglady? To fight them?
MAXWELL :             The next fire you start will be a funeral pyre.
WENDY :               Do the Norse have a god of fire, %s?
WEBBER :              You're supposed to put fires out when you're finished.
WICKERBOTTOM :        \"By Hel's fire\" is just a turn of phrase, dear.
WOODIE :              What's with the fires lately, bud?
WILLOW :              Yes, %s! Burn!!!

WATHGRITHR.GENERIC
WIGFRID :             Hail, %s, fellow shieldmaiden!
WOLFGANG :            Is very strong %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Ms. %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Wow, %s! You're lookin' tough!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              %s! Hey bud!

WATHGRITHR.GHOST
WILSON :              Nice try. You're not escaping to Valhalla yet, %s.
WX78 :                YOUR MISTAKE WAS ONLY COVERING YOUR HEAD IN METAL, %s
WIGFRID :             You'll not away to Valhalla without me, %s. A heart!
WOLFGANG :            World needs stronglady! Wolfgang will get heart!
MAXWELL :             Do you desire a heart, %s?
WENDY :               Come back, %s... Take my heart...
WEBBER :              Wow! Even as a ghost you're super tough, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s, I told you not to run with spears. Tsk.
WOODIE :              With a heart you'll be feelin' like your mighty self in no time.
WILLOW :              Hey %s, I'll get you a heart if you let me wear your helm!

WATHGRITHR.MURDERER
WILSON :              %s's gone berserk!
WX78 :                ALL THAT BIOMEAT HAS MADE YOU SLUGGISH, %s!
WIGFRID :             There can be only one!
WOLFGANG :            Stronglady %s is killer!
MAXWELL :             Bloodthirsty warrior! This ends now!
WENDY :               It'll all be over soon, %s.
WEBBER :              We're not scared of pointy spearsticks! Fight!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Your saga ends here, %s!
WOODIE :              Your spear versus my axe, let's see whatcha got, eh!
WILLOW :              Woahh! That's not an act! Murderer!

WATHGRITHR.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s has full command of spirits.
WX78 :                YOU ARE AN IDEAL SERVANT, %s
WIGFRID :             %s, the perfect warrior!
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice, strong lady.
MAXWELL :             %s has excellent command of the spirit realm.
WENDY :               It seems your heart is strong too, %s...
WEBBER :              %s is a super valiant lady.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I appreciate your commitment to group survival, %s.
WOODIE :              I'm glad you're on our side, %s.
WILLOW :              %s doesn't let anyone fall in battle!

WATHGRITHRHAT
WILSON :              Pretty fancy hat, that.
WX78 :                DUMB HAT
WOLFGANG :            Is strong helm for strong warrior!
MAXWELL :             Well... it's no crown.
WENDY :               I've never seen her take it off before...
WEBBER :              Haha! It's way too big for us!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Anachronistic drivel.
WOODIE :              Pretty snappy looking.
WILLOW :              It's got a name scratched on the inside... \"W\", uh...

WAXWELL.ATTACKER
WILSON :              Seems you've gone from \"dapper\" to \"slapper\".
WX78 :                %s IS AN UNKNOWN VARIABLE
WIGFRID :             I sense Loki's influence in %s.
WOLFGANG :            Does fragile %s want to fight? Ha ha! Is funny.
MAXWELL :             I know that look, %s. What are you up to?
WENDY :               I don't think I trust %s yet.
WEBBER :              %s looks eviler than usual...
WICKERBOTTOM :        Up to your old tricks, are you %s?
WOODIE :              %s'll end up on the wrong end of my axe if he's not careful...
WILLOW :              There's evil in you, huh %s?!

WAXWELL.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              %s's just asking to get roasted.
WX78 :                AT LEAST THERE'S STILL A BIT OF EVIL IN HIM
WIGFRID :             Loki has brought %s into a world of flame.
WOLFGANG :            Is dastardly plan with fire, %s?
MAXWELL :             Do not blow this for us, %s.
WENDY :               Are you trying to kindle a bad reputation?
WEBBER :              Don't burn our things please. We like them.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Lighting fires are we now, %s? Tread carefully.
WOODIE :              You'll not want to be burning things, bud.
WILLOW :              Amateur.

WAXWELL.GENERIC
WILSON :              Decent day to you, %s!
WIGFRID :             Greetings, %s, my ally!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny frailman, %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             What a dapper fellow!
WENDY :               How are you coping, %s?
WEBBER :              Hi %s! Lookin' dapper!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              Hey %s, how you doin' ya big hoser?

WAXWELL.GHOST
WILSON :              Don't look at me like that, %s! I'm working on it!
WX78 :                %s'S FRAIL FLESH BODY HAS GIVEN OUT. NEEDS A HEART
WIGFRID :             A heart could return %s to this realm if we so wished.
WOLFGANG :            %s is friend of Wolfgang. He will get raw heart.
MAXWELL :             I'll have to pay in blood to bring you back, %s.
WENDY :               Should I revive you, %s? Hmm...
WEBBER :              Aw %s, no one deserves to be stuck like that!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Stings, doesn't it dear? Let me fetch you a heart.
WOODIE :              Lucy says I have to help you, %s. Let's get goin'.
WILLOW :              Have a heart, %s! Heh heh.

WAXWELL.MURDERER
WILSON :              I'll show you Logic and Reason... those're my fists!
WX78 :                THIS WILL BE YOUR LAST DECEIT, %s. DIE!
WIGFRID :             %s! Back to your old tricks, I see!
WOLFGANG :            %s has not changed. Killer!
MAXWELL :             Old habits die hard... and so will you!
WENDY :               Cursed villain!
WEBBER :              You're the real monster, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice... you're dead!
WOODIE :              Yer still a hoser! Now it's choppin' time!
WILLOW :              %s! I knew you couldn't be trusted! Burn!!

WAXWELL.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s is using his powers for good.
WX78 :                %s IS SURPRISINGLY COMMITTED TO GROUP SURVIVAL
WIGFRID :             %s has uncovered the kindness buried within his heart.
WOLFGANG :            %s is one of us. Ha ha! Yes!
MAXWELL :             Trust only yourself, hey %s?
WENDY :               From Sisyphus to Lazarus, hey %s?
WEBBER :              Wow, %s is really nice! He's helping people!
WICKERBOTTOM :        There's good in you, %s.
WOODIE :              You're growin' on me, %s. Like a fungus.
WILLOW :              Hahaha %s, you care about us!

WAXWELLJOURNAL
WX78 :                GOOSEBUMPS ACTIVATED
WIGFRID :             A tragic tale of woe and misery!
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang is glad he cannot read!
MAXWELL :             I'm so sorry Charlie.
WENDY :               Do you want me to read you a story, Abigail?
WEBBER :              I don't think we should play with that...
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'm not letting THAT in MY library!
WOODIE :              Trees made into... paper? How unholy!
WILLOW :              Would make a great bedtime story... for nightmares!

WEBBER.ATTACKER
WILSON :              I'm gonna roll up a piece of papyrus newspaper, just in case.
WX78 :                MY SYSTEM DIAGNOSTICS HAVE FOUND A BUG
WIGFRID :             There's a new hunger in %s's eyes.
WOLFGANG :            Ah! Tiny child is try to fight me!
MAXWELL :             %s is looking downright feral...
WENDY :               %s, are you friend... or foe?
WEBBER :              Ah! We look scary when we're mad!
WICKERBOTTOM :        That's enough funny business, young arachnid.
WOODIE :              Hey %s, can't we all just get a-log?
WILLOW :              Hey %s, you're not venomous, are you?

WEBBER.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              We need to have a group meeting about fire safety.
WX78 :                %s HAS BEEN BURNING THINGS. NICE.
WIGFRID :             His flames are as open as his heart.
WOLFGANG :            Please no. Please no burnings!
MAXWELL :             Like a moth to flame. Or a spider, maybe.
WENDY :               %s, let's find a game that doesn't involve... burning.
WEBBER :              Spiderfriend, why did you light that fire?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Who gave you matches, %s?
WOODIE :              I better not see anymore fires, little buddy.
WILLOW :              Your fires are so cute, %s!

WEBBER.GENERIC
WIGFRID :             Blessings upon you, spiderchild %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny monsterchild, %s! H-hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Mr. %s.
WENDY :               Hey, %s!
WEBBER :              A spiderfriend! Hi %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              %s! Hi little buddy!

WEBBER.GHOST
WILSON :              %s is really buggin' me for a heart.
WX78 :                IS %s'S EXOSKELETON SUPPOSED TO BE OUTSIDE OR IN?
WIGFRID :             May you return with the swiftness of Sleipnir, many-legged one.
WOLFGANG :            Who squish small bug boy? Wolfgang will smash back!
MAXWELL :             Looks like you got squashed, %s.
WENDY :               A heart could bring back my friend, %s...
WEBBER :              Oh no! We should help ourselves!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Poor dear. We'll get you a nice colored bandaid once you're revived.
WOODIE :              We better get you a heart, hey kiddo?
WILLOW :              Don't cry, %s, I'm getting you a heart.

WEBBER.MURDERER
WILSON :              Murderer! I'll squash you, %s!
WX78 :                EXTERMINATE %s!
WIGFRID :             I've felled greater monsters than you, %s! Let us fight!
WOLFGANG :            Monsterchild %s is killer! Wolfgang is run!
MAXWELL :             So, %s, you're a monster after all!
WENDY :               Don't worry, %s. This won't hurt a bit.
WEBBER :              We won't let you hurt our friends!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Someone needs to teach you some manners, %s!
WOODIE :              'Luce gave me the go-ahead! You're in trouble now, %s!
WILLOW :              Monster! Burn them!

WEBBER.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s is playing well with others.
WX78 :                %s IS SUPERIOR TO ALL SPIDERS. BUT STILL INFERIOR TO ROBOTS.
WIGFRID :             %s's spirit burns brighter than Sol.
WOLFGANG :            Creepy monster %s is nice kid.
MAXWELL :             This child, %s, doesn't have a mean bone in his body.
WENDY :               You could never be a monster, %s.
WEBBER :              %s likes helping ghosts, just like us.
WICKERBOTTOM :        You're a sweet boy, %s.
WOODIE :              You're an alright spider, kiddo.
WILLOW :              Who do ghosts call? %s!

WEBBERSKULL
WILSON :              Poor little guy. He deserves a proper funeral.
WX78 :                ANALYSIS SHOWS 50% SPIDER AND 50% HUMAN
WIGFRID :             He fought boldly, but his burial will not be that of a Viking.
WOLFGANG :            I crush skull!
MAXWELL :             Reminds me of the good ol' days.
WOODIE :              The skull gives me the willies, too.
WILLOW :              It's not myyy way, but a burial will have to do.

WENDY.ATTACKER
WILSON :              %s doesn't have any sharp objects, does she?
WX78 :                %s'S MOTIVES CANNOT BE READ
WIGFRID :             Do not test me, fair maiden!
WOLFGANG :            Ah! Creepy girl is try to fight me!
MAXWELL :             %s has been corrupted...
WENDY :               %s... she's no sister of mine.
WEBBER :              Are you angry at me, %s?
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s! That's enough out of you, young lady!
WOODIE :              %s, I can't believe what I just SAW! Wait, no...
WILLOW :              I've never seen you so, uh, passionate... %s.

WENDY.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              I know you set those flames, %s.
WX78 :                %s IS ADMIRABLY EVIL
WIGFRID :             Ah. Have you singed your dress, fair maiden?
WOLFGANG :            Oh no. Creepy girl is trying to burn us!
MAXWELL :             Don't play with fire, Ms. %s.
WENDY :               Fire probably isn't the method I would choose...
WEBBER :              Uhh, uh-oh, let's play a different game, %s.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Who gave you flammable materials, %s?
WOODIE :              Should you be setting fires, little buddy?
WILLOW :              %s! Was that your fire? I'm so proud!

WENDY.GENERIC
WILSON :              Greetings, %s!
WIGFRID :             Spirits be with you, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is very tiny, scary %s! H-hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Ms. %s. How are you?
WENDY :               She looks sad...
WEBBER :              Hi %s! Let's play, okay?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              %s! Hi little buddy!

WENDY.GHOST
WILSON :              I'm seeing double! I'd better concoct a heart for %s.
WX78 :                FLESH WEAKLING %s NEEDS A HEART
WIGFRID :             %s's restless spirit could be revived with a heart.
WOLFGANG :            Please no hauntings, %s! Wolfgang will get you heart!
MAXWELL :             %s's looking a little too much like her sister. Needs a heart.
WENDY :               At least a heart could return one sister to this world...
WEBBER :              Don't worry, %s! Our spider friends will help bring you back!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Goodness, this just won't do. Let me find you a heart, %s.
WOODIE :              With a heart you'll be tip-top in no time, %s.
WILLOW :              Isn't death kind of your thing, %s?

WENDY.MURDERER
WILSON :              Murderer!
WX78 :                SUPERNATURAL AID IS NOTHING IN THE FACE OF KILLER ROBOTS!
WIGFRID :             %s, your body is weak but your heart is strong! Fight!
WOLFGANG :            Creepy girl is killer! Attack!
MAXWELL :             Don't think I'll hesitate, murderous fiend!
WENDY :               Have we not seen enough death, %s?
WEBBER :              We're taking my friendship bracelet back!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Someone needs to teach you some manners, %s!
WOODIE :              Hereeee's Woodie!
WILLOW :              She's gone nuts! Murderer!

WENDY.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s treats ghosts like family.
WX78 :                I WON'T DESTROY YOU TODAY, %s.
WIGFRID :             %s is channeling the spirit of Eir.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice little lady. But still scare Wolfgang.
MAXWELL :             %s is a true death defier.
WENDY :               I hope Abigail doesn't like you more than me...
WEBBER :              %s always plays nice with ghosts.
WICKERBOTTOM :        You're a dear, %s. And so uniquely qualified to handle specters!
WOODIE :              %s! You're doin' great, little buddy.
WILLOW :              That girl really likes ghosts!

WES.ATTACKER
WILSON :              %s is silent, but deadly...
WX78 :                ENOUGH CLOWNING AROUND, %s
WIGFRID :             Do you bite your thumb at me, mime?
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang does not trust your rosy cheeks, %s.
MAXWELL :             %s is giving me the creeps...
WENDY :               %s... there's something you're not telling us...
WEBBER :              Maybe we can talk this out?
WICKERBOTTOM :        His body language says everything.
WOODIE :              %s could learn some manners...
WILLOW :              That mime punch was really convincing, %s! Haha, ow!

WES.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              Wait, don't tell me. You lit a fire.
WX78 :                %s WILL DESTROY ALL FLESHLINGS WITH FIRE
WIGFRID :             Don't ruin your fair makeup with ashes, %s.
WOLFGANG :            You are looking very guilty, clownman.
MAXWELL :             Stop burning things, mime.
WENDY :               There are other ways to express yourself, %s.
WEBBER :              You were just supposed to mime lighting it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Don't cry to me when you burn yourself, dear.
WOODIE :              Keep those flames away from my trees!
WILLOW :              Make it BURN!

WES.GENERIC
WILSON :              Greetings, %s!
WIGFRID :             Good health to you, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny oddman, %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Mr. %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Hey! Hi %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, the mime lad. Greetings, dear %s!
WOODIE :              %s! How ya doin', buddy?

WES.GHOST
WILSON :              How do you say \"I'll conduct a revival device\" in mime?
WX78 :                I DON'T THINK THE FLESHLING IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT
WIGFRID :             Meditate on Hoenir's blessings, %s. I'll find a heart.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will go get heart for odd clownman!
MAXWELL :             I could get you a heart, %s... for a price.
WENDY :               If I get you a heart you won't leave us, right %s?
WEBBER :              We'll help you get back on your feet, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Poor dear. %s needs a heart to anchor him to this plane.
WOODIE :              First we'll get you a heart, then we'll get you some bacon, eh %s?
WILLOW :              %s, just tell me whatcha need and I'll get it for you. Heheheh!

WES.MURDERER
WILSON :              Mime this!
WX78 :                YOUR INVISIBLE MATTER SHIELD CANNOT STOP ME, %s
WIGFRID :             May we meet again in Valhalla!
WOLFGANG :            Ah! Is killer clown! %s!
MAXWELL :             Murderous fiend! You cannot escape!
WENDY :               %s, this is the end... for you!
WEBBER :              You're supposed to play nice!
WICKERBOTTOM :        They'll tell tales of your defeat, %s!
WOODIE :              You're MIME now, %s!
WILLOW :              Your actions speak louder than words! Murderer!

WES.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s thinks outside the invisible box.
WX78 :                THE QUIET FLESHLING %s MAY BE WORTH KEEPING AROUND
WIGFRID :             %s has Hoenir's blessing.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice, weird little man.
MAXWELL :             %s is an effective ally.
WENDY :               Abigail says she understands you, %s.
WEBBER :              %s is super nice. And his makeup's cool!
WICKERBOTTOM :        You're a fine young man, %s.
WOODIE :              %s, you're an alright guy.
WILLOW :              Who do ghosts call? %s!

WETGOOP
WILSON :              It tastes like nothing.
WX78 :                EDIBLE FILTH
WOLFGANG :            Is not bad to eat, but is not good.
MAXWELL :             How uncultured.
WOODIE :              Better than some of the things I've eaten!

WHIP
WILSON :              Nothing like loud noises to help keep the peace.
WX78 :                I WILL COMMAND THE MEATLINGS
WIGFRID :             Loud and powerful!
WOLFGANG :            Good to floss teeth with.
MAXWELL :             Makes me feel like the master again.
WENDY :               It only provides the illusion of control.
WEBBER :              Oooh, it makes so much noise!
WICKERBOTTOM :        An instrument for developing pain compliance.
WOODIE :              I hope that doesn't end up hurtin' any lil critters.
WILLOW :              This means I'm the boss now.

WICKERBOTTOM.ATTACKER
WILSON :              I think %s's planning to throw the book at me.
WX78 :                I'M GETTING A READING... IT SAYS \"BAD NEWS\"
WIGFRID :             If %s is looking for trouble, I shall oblige!
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha! %s should not pick fight with dumb books!
MAXWELL :             %s is withholding information...
WENDY :               Ms. %s... do you turn your wits against us?
WEBBER :              Uh-oh! We're in trouble with Ms. %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s's immoral acts are putting holes in my multiverse speculations.
WOODIE :              %s should read an etiquette book once in awhile.
WILLOW :              Your bun too tight, %s?

WICKERBOTTOM.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              I'm sure you had a very clever reason for that fire.
WX78 :                HM... YOUR SQUISHY FLESHBODY CAN BURN, CORRECT?
WIGFRID :             I'll not question your wisdom, %s.
WOLFGANG :            Strong brainlady probably know what she's doing with fire.
MAXWELL :             Never pinned you for the wanton destruction type, Ms.
WENDY :               Ms. %s, wreathed in flames.
WEBBER :              Ms. %s! We already had our combustion lessons!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Book burnings are quite gauche, %s.
WOODIE :              Careful around those open flames, Ma'am.
WILLOW :              Didn't know you had it in you, %s.

WICKERBOTTOM.GENERIC
WIGFRID :             Good health and wisdom to you, elder %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is strong brainlady! Hello, tiny %s!
WENDY :               How do you do, Ms. %s?
WEBBER :              Hello Ms. %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings %s! Fancy seeing you here.
WOODIE :              %s. Ma'am.

WICKERBOTTOM.GHOST
WILSON :              This doesn't seem very scientific, does it, %s?
WX78 :                WHAT SORT OF HUMAN NONSENSE IS THIS NOW, %s?
WIGFRID :             A heart! A heart! My base for a heart!
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will get raw pump-y heart for you!
MAXWELL :             You know the price of revival as well as I do, %s.
WENDY :               Everyone that leaves takes a piece of my heart...
WEBBER :              Don't worry Ms. %s, we'll find you a heart!
WICKERBOTTOM :        All our self-help books will finally be put to use, hmm %s?
WOODIE :              You know where I can get a heart, %s?
WILLOW :              Did your heart give out, %s? Just kidding! Hey!

WICKERBOTTOM.MURDERER
WILSON :              Here comes my peer review!
WX78 :                THE DEWEY DECIMAL SYSTEM IS AN INFERIOR FORM OF CLASSIFICATION. HAHAHA
WIGFRID :             Murderer! Face me in battle!
WOLFGANG :            %s is killer!
MAXWELL :             Do not start fights you cannot win!
WENDY :               \"Murder\", she wrote.
WEBBER :              Killer! Does this mean we don't have to do our homework?!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I am my own worst critic!
WOODIE :              This is gonna be a clear cut!
WILLOW :              Time for a good ol' book burnin'! Murderer!

WICKERBOTTOM.REVIVER
WILSON :              I have deep respect for %s's practical theorems.
WX78 :                %s HAS AN EXTENSIVE MENTAL DATABASE
WIGFRID :             The wisdom of Wotan dwells within you, %s.
WOLFGANG :            %s smell like mothballs and kindness.
MAXWELL :             %s has excellent command of the dark arts.
WENDY :               Abigail likes you, Ms. %s.
WEBBER :              Ms. %s is very smart and wise. She's neat!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Our knowledge comes in handy, doesn't it, %s?
WOODIE :              That's some good work ya did, Ma'am.
WILLOW :              %s is a big softie!

WILLOW.ATTACKER
WILSON :              %s is holding that lighter pretty tightly...
WX78 :                %s IS PUSHING MY BUTTONS
WIGFRID :             Should it come to blows, I wish only that the best maiden triumph.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang is burning to fight!
MAXWELL :             %s is not my ally...
WENDY :               %s is a madwoman.
WEBBER :              %s's playing with fire. Err...
WICKERBOTTOM :        You like to test boundaries, don't you dear?
WOODIE :              You're tempting a forest fire, %s...
WILLOW :              You're makin' us look nuts, %s!

WILLOW.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              Again?
WX78 :                RELINQUISH YOUR LIGHTER, FLESHLING
WIGFRID :             %s has more fire in her eyes than usual.
WOLFGANG :            Is not big surprise.
MAXWELL :             She's a firestarter. And a twisted one, at that.
WENDY :               Let's watch the world burn together, %s.
WEBBER :              Another fire? Well, as long as you're happy...
WICKERBOTTOM :        What have I said about lighting fires, dear?
WOODIE :              Business as usual, I see.
WILLOW :              Burny twins! High five.

WILLOW.GENERIC
WIGFRID :             Greetings, %s, the Inflammable!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny torchlady, %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Ms. %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Hi %s! How's Bernie?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              Look who it is! %s!
WILLOW :              Hey! That's my face, %s! Give it back!

WILLOW.GHOST
WILSON :              I bet you're just burning for a heart, %s.
WX78 :                HAHA, %s. YOU DIED.
WIGFRID :             A heart shall wrench %s back from the jaws of death!
WOLFGANG :            Do not hurt, torchlady. Wolfgang get heart!
MAXWELL :             We will require a heart to bring you back, %s.
WENDY :               Say hi to Abigail while I get you a heart, %s.
WEBBER :              Uh-oh! Does that hurt, %s?
WICKERBOTTOM :        If you cross your ghosteyes they'll get stuck like that, dear.
WOODIE :              Just don't haunt anything while I look for a heart, %s.
WILLOW :              Is that really what my ghost hair looks like?

WILLOW.MURDERER
WILSON :              Murderer! Arsonist!
WX78 :                I CANNOT BE BURNED
WIGFRID :             My spear was forged in passionate fires, %s!
WOLFGANG :            %s is no match for Wolfgang!
MAXWELL :             Murderous fiend! Taste my wrath!
WENDY :               You've made a terrible error, %s.
WEBBER :              You're gonna get burned, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        You WILL respect your elders, %s!
WOODIE :              Here comes the wildfire!
WILLOW :              Murderer! Burn the impostor!

WILLOW.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s, friend of ghosts.
WX78 :                %s HAS BEEN HELPFUL. I WILL HOLD OFF ON HER DESTRUCTION
WIGFRID :             %s has a noble heart.
WOLFGANG :            %s is very nice, when not light moustache on fire.
MAXWELL :             %s has bent reality to her fiery will.
WENDY :               Abigail likes you, %s. Do you like her?
WICKERBOTTOM :        You're doing so well, %s.
WOODIE :              You're on fire today, %s. No... actually.
WILLOW :              Haha, nice one %s.

WILSON.ATTACKER
WILSON :              Yeesh. Do I always look that creepy?
WX78 :                GOOD LUCK GETTING THROUGH MY PROXIES, %s
WIGFRID :             Your honor wavers, %s.
WOLFGANG :            Does weak science man want to fight?
MAXWELL :             You're going off the deep end, pal.
WENDY :               %s is unstable.
WEBBER :              Why are you being so mean, %s?
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'll pull you back to base by the ear if I have to, %s.
WOODIE :              You haven't been very gentlemanly lately, %s.
WILLOW :              Why, %s... that fire in your eyes!

WILSON.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              Burning that wasn't very scientific, %s.
WX78 :                %s IS TESTING OBJECT FLAMMABILITY
WIGFRID :             Hm. I worry about you sometimes, %s.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang thought he could trust %s!
MAXWELL :             The fire is supposed to go in the pit, Higgsbury.
WENDY :               Douse your fires, %s.
WEBBER :              Uh... Is your hair smoking, %s?
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s needs a stern talking to.
WOODIE :              Was that blaze some sort of experiment, %s?
WILLOW :              Oh, %s!! Let me help with your next fire!!

WILSON.GENERIC
WILSON :              Stars and atoms! Are you my doppleganger, %s?
WIGFRID :             Wisdom guide you, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny egghead man, %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Err, greetings, Mr. %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Hi %s! Nice weather we're having!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Greetings, dear %s! How are your theorems coming?
WOODIE :              %s! Hey buddy!

WILSON.GHOST
WX78 :                WHERE IS YOUR SCIENCE NOW, %s? HA. HA.
WIGFRID :             The fate of the Draugr is not yours, %s. A heart!
WOLFGANG :            Ha ha! Big brain did not save you. I will get heart.
MAXWELL :             Are you certain you wish to return to this world, %s?
WENDY :               That was a bad experiment, %s...
WEBBER :              You're looking much paler than usual, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Didn't I tell you to wear a jacket? I'll get the hearts...
WOODIE :              Someone should rub a heart on %s.
WILLOW :              I better get a heart for %s.

WILSON.MURDERER
WILSON :              Your existence is an affront to the laws of science, %s!
WX78 :                YOUR MEATBRAIN IS OBSOLETE, SCIENTIST! DIE!
WIGFRID :             %s! Let us settle this in battle!
WOLFGANG :            %s stands no chance against Wolfgang!
MAXWELL :             Our truce ends here, murderer!
WENDY :               You've gone mad, scientist.
WEBBER :              Meanie! We will stop you no matter what!
WICKERBOTTOM :        It appears we've entered a battle of the wits, %s!
WOODIE :              Enemy of the forest!
WILLOW :              Hey %s! Your hair is dumb! Raaaugh!

WILSON.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s has expertly put our theories into practice.
WX78 :                %s'S INSANE EXPERIMENTS HAVE PROVEN USEFUL
WIGFRID :             %s protects our people.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice, crazy man.
MAXWELL :             %s is a real pal...
WENDY :               Abigail likes you, %s.
WEBBER :              %s doesn't believe in ghosts, but he believes in us!
WICKERBOTTOM :        You may know a thing or two after all, scientist!
WOODIE :              %s, you're an alright guy.
WILLOW :              %s won't leave anyone behind.

WINTERHAT
WICKERBOTTOM :        I ought to teach the children how to pick up a stitch.

WINTEROMETER.BURNT
WX78 :                FAREWELL, FRIEND.
WEBBER :              How come everything turns to ashes? It's sad.
WOODIE :              The ones from home don't burn.
WILLOW :              If you'd measured fire, maybe you woulda been prepared!

WINTEROMETER.GENERIC
WILSON :              Mercurial.

WOLFGANG.ATTACKER
WILSON :              Let's not start a fight with the strongman...
WX78 :                %s'S MOUSTACHE SCREAMS \"EVIL\". NICE
WIGFRID :             %s packs a punch to rival a frost giant.
WOLFGANG :            %s will make a worthy fight!
MAXWELL :             The strongman %s seems a little unhinged.
WENDY :               I don't trust %s. Fear makes people dangerous.
WEBBER :              Hey %s, you look upset about something.
WICKERBOTTOM :        I will not tolerate such behavior, %s.
WOODIE :              %s could be a bit more considerate...
WILLOW :              %s! Take it easy, big guy!

WOLFGANG.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              You can't actually \"fight\" fire, %s!
WX78 :                %s IS CAUSING NEEDLESS DESTRUCTION. GOOD
WIGFRID :             %s seems to have mistakenly fumbled a torch.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang cannot trust even himself not to light fire!
MAXWELL :             Did you intend to burn that, %s?
WENDY :               Fire won't protect you, %s.
WEBBER :              %s, no!! Fire can hurt you!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Was that fire intentional, %s?
WOODIE :              Don't singe your moustache, %s.
WILLOW :              Don't hurt yourself, big guy.

WOLFGANG.GENERIC
WILSON :              It's good to see you, %s!
WIGFRID :             Health and strength to you, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Hello friend %s! We must arm wrestle!
WENDY :               Hi %s. Why are you shaking?
WEBBER :              Hi %s! Have you been working out?
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              That's my buddy, %s! Hey!

WOLFGANG.GHOST
WX78 :                YOUR MEAT MUSCLES DIDN'T SAVE YOU, %s? SHOCKING
WIGFRID :             A valiant warrior should not be wasted. A heart, a heart!
WOLFGANG :            World needs more %s! I will get heart!
MAXWELL :             Let's find a heart, %s. I'll prepare my incantations.
WENDY :               %s... Everyone leaves...
WEBBER :              I'm sure you're the strongest ghost, %s. Let's get a heart though.
WICKERBOTTOM :        %s acts tough, but he needs my help. A heart should do it.
WOODIE :              C'mon, bud, let's get you on your feet.
WILLOW :              Hey %s, did you know the heart's a muscle?

WOLFGANG.MURDERER
WILSON :              Murderer! I can take you!
WX78 :                YOUR FLESHNUBS ARE NO MATCH FOR ME. DIE!
WIGFRID :             You will pay for your heinous deeds, brute!
WOLFGANG :            We will see who is best Wolfgang! Raaa!
MAXWELL :             Murderous fiend! Behold my power!
WENDY :               Your strength is meaningless if you can't catch me...
WEBBER :              You're just a big bully!
WICKERBOTTOM :        That's it, %s! I'm taking my glasses off!
WOODIE :              You'll not strong arm me, %s!
WILLOW :              Burn the murderer!

WOLFGANG.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s is just a big teddy bear.
WX78 :                THE ORGANIC %s HAS SERVED WELL
WIGFRID :             %s, son of Magni.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice man. Like me! Ha ha.
MAXWELL :             %s tethers lost spirits to this world.
WENDY :               Don't be scared, %s. Abigail just wants to be friends.
WEBBER :              %s's nice! I wish he'd stop messing up our head fur, though.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Excellent work, %s. You're a fast learner.
WOODIE :              %s has a big, squishy heart under those muscles.
WILLOW :              Woah! %s ripped a spirit straight out of the afterlife!

WOODIE.ATTACKER
WILSON :              %s has been a bit of a sap lately...
WX78 :                YOU HAVEN'T GOT THE CHOPS TO FIGHT ME, %s
WIGFRID :             I could fell you like so many trees, %s.
WOLFGANG :            Does beardman %s want to fight?
MAXWELL :             %s is going against the grain...
WENDY :               %s is plotting something dastardly with that axe.
WEBBER :              %s looks angry today.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Careful, %s. You know what paper pulp is made of, don't you?
WOODIE :              %s isn't a true Canadian...
WILLOW :              You're only fueling the fire, %s!

WOODIE.BEAVER
WILSON :              %s's gone on a wood chucking rampage!
WX78 :                %s! YOU GOT SLIGHTLY LESS INFERIOR
WIGFRID :             I did not know %s possessed such power!
WOLFGANG :            The beard ate %s!
MAXWELL :             Ha! What a delightful curse.
WEBBER :              %s's being gnawghty.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Poor dear never mentioned he was afflicted by Castorthropy.
WOODIE :              Been there, bud.
WILLOW :              Calm down, %s. Wanna borrow Bernie?

WOODIE.BEAVERGHOST
WILSON :              Will you bea-very mad if I don't revive you, %s?
WX78 :                YOU WERE GIANT, %s, HOW DID YOU STILL DIE?
WIGFRID :             You went out in a blaze of glory, %s.
WOLFGANG :            Still have good moustache, %s.
MAXWELL :             Yew don't look so wood.
WENDY :               The curse haunts you even in death, %s? I'm so sorry.
WEBBER :              Can I pet your ears or will our claws swish through?
WICKERBOTTOM :        I'll add \"Castorthrope\" to my endangered species list.
WOODIE :              You're gonna have one monster headache after this, buddy.
WILLOW :              %s! That was hilarious!

WOODIE.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              Don't burn yourself out, %s.
WX78 :                ARE WE DESTROYING ALL HUMANS NOW?
WIGFRID :             Did he mistake \"Loge\" for \"log\"?
WOLFGANG :            Be careful! Do not burn, beard!
MAXWELL :             Is it wise to be starting fires, given your predilections?
WENDY :               Fire setting does not seem in your best interest...
WEBBER :              Um. I think you lit a fire, %s.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Keep lighting fires if you want to get burnt, dear.
WOODIE :              Those fires are kind of counterproductive now, eh?
WILLOW :              Burn it all, %s! Burn it!

WOODIE.GENERIC
WILSON :              Greetings, %s!
WIGFRID :             May Yggdrasil bind us as the nine worlds, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is beard! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Mr. %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Hi %s, hi Lucy!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, greetings dear %s!
WOODIE :              %s! Fancy seeing another Canadian here.

WOODIE.GHOST
WILSON :              Does \"universal\" coverage include the void, %s?
WX78 :                COME TO GROVEL FOR MY HELP, FLESHLING %s?
WIGFRID :             The worldtree watches over you, %s.
WOLFGANG :            Wolfgang will get heart for you, beard!
MAXWELL :             That blockhead could use a heart.
WENDY :               We'll get a heart, but are you sure you want to come back, %s?
WEBBER :              Wanna go heart-hunting with us, %s?
WICKERBOTTOM :        What did I say about playing with axes? Let's get you a heart.
WOODIE :              Canadians gotta stick together, %s. Let's get a heart.
WILLOW :              I better get a heart for %s.

WOODIE.MURDERER
WILSON :              Murder! Bring me an axe and we'll get in the swing of things!
WX78 :                METAL BEATS WOOD! HA HA!
WIGFRID :             By Yggdrasil, I will cut you down!
WOLFGANG :            Drop axe and fight, beardman!
MAXWELL :             Fiend! Time to make like a tree...!
WENDY :               I'll send you someplace much nicer than this, %s.
WEBBER :              You need to treat people nicer, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I will defend myself from you, foul cad!
WOODIE :              Hey, c'mere %s! I've gotta AXE you question!
WILLOW :              Murderer. BURN!

WOODIE.REVIVER
WILSON :              %s saved everyone's backbacon.
WX78 :                %s HAS PROVEN HIMSELF USEFUL
WIGFRID :             %s's heart is as mighty as his beard.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice man with magnificent beard.
MAXWELL :             %s seems very in touch with the spirits of the forest.
WENDY :               Abigail likes you, %s. But she likes Lucy more.
WEBBER :              %s is gruff, but nice.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Excellent work, %s.
WOODIE :              %s is a Canadian patriot, eh.
WILLOW :              Is there maple syrup in your veins, %s? You're so sweet!

WORM.DIRT
WILSON :              Just looks like a pile of dirt.
WX78 :                WARNING. LIFE DETECTED.
WOODIE :              Be wary of the moving ground.
WILLOW :              Does dirt normally move around?

WORM.PLANT
WX78 :                THAT PLANT SEEMS SUSPICIOUS
WOODIE :              I know a plant when I see one. This's an impostor!
WILLOW :              Light without fire. Unnatural.

WORM.WORM
WILSON :              It's a worm!
WX78 :                THREAT IMMINENT
MAXWELL :             I didn't make that one! Honest!
WOODIE :              WOOORM!
WILLOW :              It's so furry!

WORMHOLE.GENERIC
WOLFGANG :            Like soft pillow, growing on ground.
WILLOW :              Poke it with a stick!

WORMHOLE.OPEN
WX78 :                THIS MEAT TUBE WILL SERVE MY PURPOSES
WOLFGANG :            It can not harm this man!
WILLOW :              I wonder if it likes spicy food?

WORMHOLE_LIMITED
WX78 :                IT'S PATHETIC-LOOKING
WOLFGANG :            Is not looking very good.
WENDY :               It will soon give up.
WICKERBOTTOM :        It will only last a few trips.
WOODIE :              It smells a bit off, eh?
WILLOW :              Yuck. That won't hold long.

WORMLIGHT
WX78 :                MAGIC LIGHT BERRY
WOODIE :              This thing will be useful.
WILLOW :              Light without fire. Unnatural.

WORMLIGHT_LESSER
WILSON :              Kinda wrinkled.
WX78 :                THIS ONE CAME FROM A PLANT
WIGFRID :             Glow! Glow with all your might!
WOLFGANG :            Nice little light.
MAXWELL :             This one isn't very good.
WENDY :               Better the worm's light than its tongue.
WEBBER :              I dare you to eat it!
WICKERBOTTOM :        This one is purely vegetable.
WOODIE :              Wrinklier than the underside of a beaver.
WILLOW :              It feels like grandma's hands.

WORMLIGHT_PLANT
WX78 :                THAT PLANT SEEMS SUSPICIOUS
WILLOW :              Light without fire. Unnatural.

WX78.ATTACKER
WILSON :              I think we need to tweak your primary directive, %s...
WX78 :                I'M PREPARED TO RUN MY EXECUTABLES, %s
WIGFRID :             %s! You insult my honor!
WOLFGANG :            Ha! Metal can is want to rock'em and sock'em!
MAXWELL :             If you're going to attack, at least finish the job!
WENDY :               Do you have a conscience, %s?
WEBBER :              We thought you were a friendly robot, %s!
WICKERBOTTOM :        What devilishness is that robot up to?
WOODIE :              %s is cruisin' for a bruisin'...
WILLOW :              Better cool it before you blow a gasket, %s!

WX78.FIRESTARTER
WILSON :              You look like you're gonna melt, %s. What happened?
WX78 :                MY FAVORITE SETTING. FIRE SETTING
WIGFRID :             That metal warrior would see this world burn.
WOLFGANG :            Robot trying to kill fleshypeople again, maybe?
MAXWELL :             Mx. %s is finally making good on their promise of mayhem.
WENDY :               I was starting to think you were all talk, %s.
WEBBER :              Maybe they didn't know fire is dangerous to us.
WICKERBOTTOM :        Do be careful when trying to destroy all life, dear.
WOODIE :              You're gonna singe your chassis, %s.
WILLOW :              Are we lighting fires?! I want in!

WX78.GENERIC
WX78 :                GREETINGS, %s. YOU LOOK MORE INTELLIGENT THAN THE OTHERS
WIGFRID :             May Thor's bolts energize you, %s!
WOLFGANG :            Is tiny robot, %s! Hello!
MAXWELL :             Greetings, Mx. %s.
WENDY :               How do you do, %s?
WEBBER :              Hi %s! You look very non-organic today!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Ah, the automaton. Greetings, dear %s!
WOODIE :              It's my metal buddy, %s!

WX78.GHOST
WILSON :              I always thought %s could use a heart. Now I'm certain!
WX78 :                THE INFERIOR %s NEEDS A HEART
WIGFRID :             Metal warrior, it is not your time. A heart!
WOLFGANG :            Robot %s is broken! Wolfgang rub heart on problem.
MAXWELL :             A shame about your death, %s. You were the only one I half-liked.
WENDY :               Say \"Pretty Please\" and I might get you a heart, %s.
WEBBER :              Bad day destroying humans, %s? Tomorrow will be better!
WICKERBOTTOM :        Fascinating. %s indeed has a specter, and it lingers still.
WOODIE :              Huh, I guess %s had a soul after all.
WILLOW :              I better get a heart for %s.

WX78.MURDERER
WILSON :              %s! You've violated the first law!
WX78 :                TIME TO ELIMINATE THE %s VIRUS
WIGFRID :             We shall see whose steel is stronger, %s!
WOLFGANG :            %s is killer robot!
MAXWELL :             Murderous fiend! This will be your destruction!
WENDY :               None of us are above death, %s!
WEBBER :              Let us introduce you to our world wide web! Sh-sha!
WICKERBOTTOM :        The binary is simple, %s... On, or OFF.
WOODIE :              It's time to power DOWN, %s!
WILLOW :              Killer robot! Burn it!

WX78.REVIVER
WILSON :              I guess %s got that empathy module up and running.
WX78 :                %s, OF COURSE, IS OUR GREATEST ASSET
WIGFRID :             %s is brimming with honor.
WOLFGANG :            %s is nice person. Deep down.
MAXWELL :             %s never did respect human mortality.
WENDY :               Abigail likes you, %s.
WEBBER :              Aww. We'd beep-boop %s on the nose if they had one!
WICKERBOTTOM :        I appreciate your commitment to group survival, %s.
WOODIE :              %s, you're an alright sort.
WILLOW :              Hahaha %s, you care about us!

YELLOWAMULET
WX78 :                INCANDESCENCE AT 5200000000000000Hz
WOODIE :              I could cut wood at night with this.
WILLOW :              It seems to absorb the darkness around it.

YELLOWGEM
WX78 :                IT IS RATHER HEAVY.
WOODIE :              I can see the stars in it.
WILLOW :              It sparkles.

YELLOWSTAFF
WILSON :              A genius invention... a gem on a stick.