He's dead. [A shrug, and then a slight glance to the side. Something feels off about that statement. Not that his negative polarity alternate isn't dead, it's just... something.]

An' even if he arrives from some point when he isn't, the fragger's apparently mostly a whole lot more naïve or somethin'. An' likes torturous executions of prisoners of war.

[That? That's the sound of Cliffjumper grinding his teeth for a moment, optics narrow, the glow from them bright. Then he just snorts and shakes his helm. He's pretty used to the thought; the anger's reserved for the simple fact that that's not what it means to be an Autobot. At least from his point of view.]

What, here? [Cliffjumper frowns, crossing his arms.] Hopefully some way of gettin' wherever we choose to go'll crop up, until then... why'd you want to know?

[Sorry, he's not just going to give that up. Not that he really has any plans.]