3›Iggy: [AX22 I'm not the type of droid who gossips.›Iggy: I didn't spend 2 years in a linguistics programmer so I could spoonfeed regurgitated verbage to intellectual infants.›Iggy: Why me? Did your tongue get lonely up there all by itself and leave?›3›Iggy: Didn't destroying the Andromeda Doria teach you anything? Don't play with things until you've read the instructions! This planet's been through enough.›[AX60 There. I used it. I used it again. Happy? Can we get on with this now?›Iggy: I realize it's an unprecedented concept, Master. But why don't you try using your head instead? No, you're probably right. The strain might break it.›7›Iggy: Orders! Orders! Always orders. Never a simple request. Oh, no.›Iggy: Well, you could at least try to be a little more polite!›Iggy: What's the magic word?›Iggy: I'm a companion droid, not a serf droid. I'm sensitive. I'm self-motivated. Orders are an affront to my dignity.›Iggy: I don't wish to appear truculent, but I would appreciate a slight rewording of that officious little edict.›Iggy: Would you mind rephrasing that as a request? This whole master/servant business is so tawdry.›Iggy: Yes Master. I am but a humble droid after all. Of course I'll jump to satisfy your every whim. What need have I of common courtesy?›