"Hey! There ain't nothin' wrong with my wheel wells!" Scowling, Cliffjumper nonetheless took the brush to them, starting out with the ones in his feet since the upper ones would require bending out his arms to really be able to get at them.

Balancing on one foot and trying to weigh between getting at the weel and standing up, Cliffjumper looked up, frowning as he tried to think that over. He could understand the "clean" thing, really, it was logical if annoying, but...

... Why was Mirage smirking?

"... What'd ya mean, 'other' benefits?"

And why was Mirage smirking like that, which just made his EM field twist around itself a little. Ugh.