3›Iggy: Good idea, Master. It's quite likely that you'll make some kind of fatal error in the next few minutes. It's best to save our current position in my memory banks.›Iggy: Very well, Master. Just let me store all the appropriate data, and at some future crisis we can travel back in time to this exact moment. Time travel is only one of my many talents. I am Iggy. I am perfect.›Iggy: Undoubtedly a wise precaution. We haven't got the best of track records, now have we?›8›Iggy: Clock watcher! Get us off this planet first, then worry about your abyssmal efficiency rating. A pathetic ›Iggy: You're still alive if that's what's worrying you ... barely. You'd better get us off this planet soon! You efficiency is a woefully inadequate ›Iggy: Look at that! I've seen diving competitions with higher scores. A degrading ›Iggy: Why do you put yourself through the embarassment of reading my efficiency report? If you must know, I've rated you at ›Iggy: Nosy! So you want a peek at my efficiency report, hm? Well it's not a pretty sight, is it? A miserable ›Iggy: Look at the time! We should have been off this cosmic toilet bowl hours ago. Stop stalling! So far your escape attempt has only earned a rating of ›Iggy: Since you wantonly destroyed the Andromeda Doria, and the lifepod, and marooned us here without hope of succor, you've only managed to scrape up an efficiency rating of ›Iggy: I've been keeping careful records of your attempt to save us from certain death in this smog. You'll have to do better than ›