Bread gud for dogs. Bandit says this with an almost sly tone to his robotic voice. He knows very well he's not supposed to eat bread, but he's all dog. He's certainly not going to turn down chunks of bread surrounded by all that good meat.

Com. We sit. Bandit leads Iggy over to a nearby bench. His tail is thumping around again inside his suit, producing a muted sort of thumping sound as he anticipates being able to get some meat.