Staff wielding flying dog.
Missile launching man.
Staff wielding <i>flying</i> dog.
<i>Missile</i> launching man.
Such a slaughter, isn't it?
Someone really should have told Jeremy how badly surface-to-air missile batteries work at brutal mauling range. He thought it was a slaughter too.
He was right. Just not how he thought.
On the upside, he now has the great story to tell at bars of the time a missile blew up two inches from him. Good at parties, too.
