He shudders, long gone memories dashing their way to the surface, distorted hints of knowing what to expect, but not knowing it at all until he feels it all over again. There are words inside his head roaring to get out, and his mouth works in vain, because all he gets out is noise. He imagines this is what an volcano must feel like, building up for eruption over aeons at a time. Just, the look on Glitch's face.

"Hnnng-- ff--uh!"

Now he knows exactly why Glitch wouldn't shut up without his help.