Fixer nodded, somehow bored of being angry. If that was going to be the way things happened to be, then it was useless to have emotions about it. In fact, he would better appear to be as emotionless as the jukebox. His third arm brought him a small mirror from the backpack, and a screwdriver. Staring a the mirror, he started using the tool with his vocabulator:

"¡La, di,daaaa! La, di, daaa! Yezzz Mazzzter. Yezzzs Mazzster... Of kuuuuurze, Master. Vatever...Vatever... Whatevvver You Whiz... Master... Yes Master, Of course. Whatever your wish shall be accomplished by your humble ssservant. Ssservant. The droid does drrastic d-things not to get scrapped."

According to his experience, he could make the vocabulator sound almost normal for... twenty minutes. Then it will start to fail, again.