[Drift is just looking less and less impressed with each passing second. He briefly wonders if he'd be able to get away with punching Whirl upside his shitty flashlight head a second time, but quickly pushed that thought to the back of his mind. Not all the way to the back of his mind, but you know.]

Nothing you're saying is making sense. You know, on second thought, I don't think I want you to elaborate on any of that after all.