11›Iggy: Look at this. Look at that. Just like a kid at Disneyland.›Iggy: Can I stand the excitement?›Iggy: Really, Master. Your entertainment threshold has dropped considerably since Lost in Space was taken off the air.›Iggy: I would be greatly surprised if there were anything worth seeing in this celestial bed pan.›Iggy: See Rome and die.›Iggy: Oh, I get it. When in doubt, stall.›Iggy: Searching for our intellectual peers are we, Master?›Iggy: That's what I love about following you: excitement, adventure, non-stop action!›Iggy: I'm looking. I'm looking.›Iggy: We are not window shopping!›Iggy: What do I look like, a tour guide?›8›Iggy: I can [AX12 and [AX13. But I am not a manufacturing facility. If it isn't here, it isn't here.›Iggy: Do you see anything like that around here?›Iggy: Tell me, is there any history of chronic hallucination in your family?›Iggy: I'm only equipped to deal with objects in this space-time continuum. I can, however, recommend an excellent neurosurgeon.›Iggy: Oh, I get it. Just because I can't see that doesn't mean it's not here. Afterall, I only have 6 high-input sensory arrays feeding two independent processing units. But you have two myopic little eyes feeding one insatiable vacuum.›Iggy: Master, could we try to limit our depravities to those objects one can actually see.›Iggy: Trust me. There's nothing like that around here.›Iggy: I've looked everywhere, Master [AX20, and there's no sign of anything like that. Although I did come across a short and hapless sub-humanoid.›