Cliffjumper, though he didn't notice it, ended up leaning forward in his seat as Mirage spoke, confused and incredulous at first... But it made sense, didn't it?

"... That just sounds weird, but," pausing, Cliffjumper frowned, nasal ridge scrunching up as he thought it over again, "it also makes sense? I guess. How the slag do ya come up with scrap like that?"

Who even thought of things like that in that way? It seemed so utterly alien Cliffjumper couldn't do more than shake his helm at first...

"... is this a spy thing?"