Mixmaster spins on his heel, catching a glimpse of you in his peripheral. Beneath his face mask, a sly grin creeps in.

"Oh, the concoctions I could whip up, could whip up if you were part of my experiments! Not that I'd ever toss you in my mixer, by Primus no. You're much too precious, far too precious for such a fate. More like... an inspiration. Yes, an inspiration. You ignite my finest, and dare I say, most gleeful creations."