"What!?" Cliffjumper yelled and snapped out of the chair, gripping at the table's edges. "You can't fraggin' say somethin' like that after you say there ain't any other way to get rid of this or anything else!" Hissing, Cliffjumper grunted and let go of the edge with a disgusted snarl, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Or is there and you ain't tellin' me just 'cause you're trying' to get me to agree to all that... religious stuff? I ain't becomin' a slaggin' priest Mirage!" He really hoped Mirage wasn't doing exactly that.

But maybe that would kill his stupid, foolish crush, so maybe he should hope Mirage was doing exactly that.

Did Mirage somehow think he would make a good priest? The noble couldn't be that delusional.