Yeah well. Not about this.

[He shrugs a little, down at the bottom of the cliff, small pieces of metal glint, giant cogs sprout up from the ground here and there]

Guess it did. That or someone pushed it down. [If that someone could have been him or his angry, suddenly unemployed workforce, he wouldn't want to hazard a guess. Then, carefully]

Don't breathe in too deeply. Your lungs won't thank you for it.