With an ominous groan the sctructure that they're riding on sinks and collapses behind them. Fortunately the wagon starts to pick up speed down the slope, as the noisy destuction follows closely behind in domino effect. "What we need is some kind of amalgam to hold this thing together!" shouted Wuuf. As soon as the word 'amalgam' emitted from his mouth 20 odd Zo-Kath-Ra incantations were instinctively mouthed in unison, and a huge clump of "stuff" dropped onto the track behind them, slicing through the structure and stopping the cascading destruction in it's track, so to speak.