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He paused, but Artoo Detoo did not. The little automation had performed asharp turn and was now ambling slowly but steadily in the direction of the nearestoutjut of mesa. "Hey," Threepio yelled. Artoo ignored the call and continued striding."Where do you think you are going?" Now Artoo paused, emitting a stream of electronic explanation as Threepioexhaustedly walked over to join him. "Well, I'm not going that way," Threepio declared when Artoo had concluded hisexplanation. "It's too rocky." He gestured in the direction they had been walking,at an angle away from the cliffs. "This way is much easier." A metal hand waveddisparagingly at the high mesas. "What makes you think there are settlements thatway, anyhow?" A long whistle issued from the depths of Artoo. "Don't get technical with me," Threepio warned. "I've had just about enoughof your decisions." Artoo beeped once. "All right, go your way," Threepio announced grandly. "You'll be sandloggedwithin a day, you nearsighted scrap pile." He gave the Artoo unit a contemptuousshove, sending the smaller robot tumbling down a slight dune. As it struggled at thebottom to regain its feet, Threepio started off toward the blurred, glaring horizon,glancing back over his shoulder. "Don't let me catch you following me, begging forhelp," he warned, "because you won't get it."