Primus, these things were pissing him off. Grimlock felt the kind of irrational, boiling rage bubble up in him. If anything, now he was pretty much focused on smashing all the tiny little things sticking to him.

Which might be comical, since he's so huge. He gives up trying to kick and instead leans over to swat and smack the things, much like mosquitoes. Transmissions? Hah! Definitely not on his mind. Besides, smashing them will solve all problems.