"I've got it," Kanan called, looking around the clearing for a moment before leveling his blaster at a few vines keeping a half-fallen tree from completely crashing to the ground.

Pew, pew, pew, and the vines snapped, and the tree came falling down, providing a bit of an obstacle for any stampeding blurrgs to avoid. And none too soon, either. They came trampling around a corner, crashing their way into the clearing, and then leaping, one after the other, about as gracefully over the fallen log and the jello as was blurrgly possible.

Which wasn't very, admittedly. Blurrgs were not known for their grace.