4›Iggy: Careen headlong into a filthy heap of detritus on some infantile whim of yours? It's okay for you ... your appearance is obviously unworth preserving. I've got my finish to think of. Imagine the dents.›Iggy: Why go to all the trouble of crashing through a wall of debris? You're short enough to walk under it. You see? I am programmed to make clever retorts as well as astute observations, while you, alas, are merely short.›Iggy: You'll have to go on without me, Master [AX20. I'm afraid I left my mountaineering gear back on Sirius 12. Besides, I hate it when you sweat.›Iggy: It's fortunate that at least one of us has the good sense not to attempt a frontal assault on a million ton wall of trash.›4›Iggy: Even I find it difficult to walk on water at times. Metal has a higher density than water. Casings rust. Circuits short out. Droids become paperweights. If I weren't so trusting, I might believe you meant to harm me.›Iggy: Wait, let me guess. "I'd gladly accompany you, Iggy, but someone has to tell the lifeguards where you went down." Am I close?›Iggy: Excellent solution. "Oh dear, we are lost. Quickly, drown yourself, Iggy."›Iggy: It's all clear to me now. I'm the only one who knows that you obliterated the Andromeda Doria. I alone saw you destroy the lifepod. Only I can attest to your gross inability to effect an escape. So you want to drown me. Is that it?›