Hurricane Joe is moving in
A second radar has locked on. With two beams guiding us, we can land on a dime.
This is odd. Why aren't they shooting at us?
Why aren't we shooting at them?
Budget interlock. The computer recognizes Sam and won't let us shoot a missile that's worth more than the predicted value of his ship.
So what are we supposed to do? Take him down with rubber bands and paper clips?
Still to expensive. The computer will only authorize up to spit wads.