3¢Iggy: Look, Master! This isn't a glass thing. It's an old bottle. Oh dear, there's something happening in the water. I can see little eye stalks rising up. Crabs, Master, ... thousands of tiny crabs, scuttling onto the shore.¢Iggy: Just as I suspected. I don't have a glass thing in my receptacle; I've got a bottle. Have you noticed the crabs? They seem to be everywhere, with more crawling up onto the shore by the second. They're looking at me! Do something!¢Iggy: No wait ... strike that. I've just taken a bottle, a filthy slimy muddy old bottle. How enchanting. What's even more enchanting are the hordes of crabs who've taken up residence on the shore.¢5¢Iggy: What are you doing, Master [AX20? Need I remind you that dying can seriously affect your efficiency rating?¢Iggy: Stop that this instant! Don't you dare die and leave me all alone in this celestial armpit! Have some consideration!¢Iggy: Oh, there he goes again. As soon as the going gets tough old [AX20 starts snuffing it. I've been in worse spots than this, and you don't see me dying all over the place. Get hold of yourself! Show some backbone!¢Iggy: Master [AX20, are you aware that your life-readings have dropped off the scale? I'm not an expert on sub-standard physiology, but I can only conclude that you are attempting to disfunction yourself in some manner.¢Iggy: You'll simply have to speak up if you expect me to hear you, Master [AX20. Why are you making those horrid little burbling sounds? And why are your eyes bulging out? It's extremely rude!¢əəəə
