Sputtering angrily, Cliffjumper tried to find arguments that would get him out of this - or even just for something, anything else to say, because otherwise he'd probably just start yelling.

"I don't fraggin' hate the guy, when's people gonna give it a rest already!" That wasn't what he'd planned to say as he threw himself back in the chair, EM field in a right, jagged flurry around him. Even if he didn't completely trust Mirage, and certainly hadn't liked him all that much before this stupid slagging crush had wormed it's way inside his processor and spark, he actually, really, didn't hate him.