The Zingers, if their tiny brains had been capable of talking to each other, probably would have said something like ‘Dude I am sooooo bored flying around this stupid water tower. I’m a missile, damn it, I want to KILL something’. Not being able to think on that level, the missiles quietly and mindlessly orbited the water tank, waiting eagerly for their moment of glory.
This is what I love about Joe's descriptions xD
