Trurl says: “Three legs, because two wouldn’t provide enough stability, whereas four would be an unnecessary expenditure”, Trurl explained. “Five eyes: that’s how many usable optics I had on hand. As for the brass, well, I ran out of iron.”
Master says: Ran out of iron!
Master says: You expect me to believe that all this was the work of sheer accident, pure luck, blind chance, happenstance? Come, come!