Ghem-Naru is starting to wish that someone else had been saddled with this interrogation, because sorting through all this nonsense is giving him a headache. Not that it's nonsense -- Ratchet truly believes whatever he's saying, and there's always a chance that he's some madman, but no, given the exotics, odds are he really is telling the truth.

"Tell me more about your race. What kind of inoragnic are Cybetronians?"