“Shut up, Igor, and think yourself lucky! There are thousands of starving beggars wandering the countryside who'd jump at the chance of changing places with you – at least you get an occasional turnip and gruel allowance in return for your tawdry, half-hearted favours.”
“Igor, come here,” the Baron said through the intercom that he had invented in his secret laboratory and installed in every room of castle Frankenstein.