"It's...on purpose...you twit," Mirage ground out, attempting to dig his knees into the floor, weakly resisting the tug.

He shook his helm, trying to clear his processor; he knew something had clearly gone wrong. But why?

Who would interrupt his... What was that idiot minibot doing?

Even as the lights went on in Mirage's head, Tracks was rolling back up to his feet, a snarl on his newly-dented faceplates.

"I've had more than enough out of you, wretch!"

Tracks lunged, attempting to tackle Cliffjumper with a fist of his own.