"Didn't think that far, but since you've already tried it..." Shrugging, Cliffjumper frowned and tried to think of pushing himself in the direction Blurr was going, instead of just following along.

"You'd think they would've put somethin' into the fraggin' glyphs though, since they're thereeee--gah!" And then the mental thought of 'pushing' turned into Cliffjumper moving and crashing right into Blurr.

"... Fraggin' slag-drippin' scrap. Sorry."