::What?! If they are, what the slag're we gonna do? Still too far up to find a balcony or somethin', right?:: Cliffjumper protested, trying to catch the next floor number, but Optimus was moving fast, and his amped-up visual feed wasn't doing too well with all the flashing lasers he was peppering the stairwell with himself.
Cliffjumper squirmed again, getting restless with his - arguably currently useful - positions, as all he could do was hang there and... well, shoot. Not that he'd be able to do much if he'd been running, and considering Optimus would have had to slow down a lot more, at least Cliffjumper would probably have been grabbed by now if that was the case.
::I slaggin' well hate not knowin' what they're plannin'!::
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Date: 2011-12-20 01:03 am (UTC)Cliffjumper squirmed again, getting restless with his - arguably currently useful - positions, as all he could do was hang there and... well, shoot. Not that he'd be able to do much if he'd been running, and considering Optimus would have had to slow down a lot more, at least Cliffjumper would probably have been grabbed by now if that was the case.
::I slaggin' well hate not knowin' what they're plannin'!::