2¢Iggy: Look out, Master. There's something slithering over the side. Oh, yuck! Amoebae! Giant, mutant amoebae ... hundreds of them. We must have run right into their breeding grounds! The horrid creatures are filling the jacuzzi.¢Iggy: Ever seen a four inch amoeba, Master? Well, there's one on your shoulder. And on your shoe. Disgusting! There are hundreds of giant amoebae pouring into the jacuzzi! We're going to be ingested! I just know it!¢2¢Iggy: Oh dear, I do wish you'd done something else. The amoebae are ingesting you of course. Not a pretty sight. Protoplasm soup.¢Iggy: Really, Master! You've got amoebae in your nose. And would you take those things out of your mouth. You've no idea where they've been. How many times must I tell you not to put protoplasm in your ear?¢3¢Iggy: We're sinking! I knew there was too much weight in the jacuzzi! But oh no, you had to keep piling it in! Piling it in! Well I hope you're satisfied now!¢Iggy: The jacuzzi's sinking. There's too much ballast in here. There's only one thing to do. Get rid of the dead weight. There. Stop complaining; I saved the jacuzzi and you needed a bath anyway.¢Iggy: The jacuzzi's too heavy! We're going under! I don't want to drown! Let go of my arm. This is the only way. Besides, it's your fault that we're sinking. There! Perfect swan-dive, Master. I'll give that a five.¢əəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəəə
