Zing and Zang were suffering from severe nausea. They were dizzy and disoriented, and had no idea what to do about it.
Always careful not to reveal their true identities, they followed all traffic signals. They had never encountered a roundabout before.
Round and round they went, with no end in sight. Every sign they saw pointed in the same direction.
“Can’t we take one of these other streets?” asked Zang. “No one else is going in circles!”
“We must follow the arrows, no matter how silly it seems!”
Zang groaned. “We’re going to die.”