Turns out it was a case of projectile dysfunction.
A heat-seeking hittle
They both store icy BMs.
Sorry, wrong sub
I hear they're bread for combat.
I heard they went ballistic.
He called them missile toes.
He calls them missile toes.
Missile toe.
I would call them missile toes.
Have a Merry Christmas and happy holidays!
He kept shooting and not hitting the other spaceship and was getting angry about it. After about the third time:
Me: Well, what are you using?
Him: Huh? (still focused intensely on game)
Me: Like for artillery, what are you using to shoot?
Him: Missiles.
Me: Ah, well there's your problem.
Took a few minutes, but eventually he realized.
It was the most tense moment of our relationship so far.
This guy is standing at the bus stop reading the morning paper when this grubby looking fellow strikes up a conversation. Somehow they get to talking about what each would do if the missiles were on their way. The grubby fellow says boldly, "I'd screw anything that moved! How about you?"
The other man thought for a moment and replied, "Stand PERFECTLY STILL."
A Circus to Air Missile
(while christmas shopping at the mall)
Me: "Did you hear the military is developing a new rocket launcher that mounts on soldier's feet?"
Her: "No. Really?"
Me: "Yep, they're calling it the missile toe."
Her: "I hate you."
Missile toe!
