2›Iggy: The poor kitten looks starved. Its fur is all matted and greasy. I don't doubt for a second that it's infested with fleas.›Iggy: The scrawny kitten is orange and black ... I think. It's hard to tell beneath all that grime. Now why do you suppose it's spitting and hissing like that? Do you suppose it's hungry?›2›Iggy: The cave is built up of the trash around it. It's hard to see in this fog. The entrance is dark and there's a horrible stench in the air ... even more horrible than usual. I don't like the looks of it, Master.›Iggy: The cave is just a black opening in a mound of trash. I don't think we should intrude further on Mr. Drog's privacy. Let's go back to the jacuzzi, Master.›3›Iggy: It's almost too dark in here to see. Shadows and whirling smog. The smell is ... Well! You could at least have the common courtesy to wait for me to finish before you start gagging.›Iggy: Why, look at that, Master. The cave is indeed built up of rotting trash, oozing litter ... Well of course you want to know what it's made of of. Don't be silly. Maggot-ridden refuse. Decomposing slime. Fascinating, isn't it?›Iggy: I don't like this. No, no, no. Let's just back on out of here, hm? It's dank and smelly and dim, and I don't think it's very healthy place for innocent companion droids.›