“Listen up, soldier. There’s an incoming enemy chopper on your rear. You’re sitting right now in a 60 ton tank. You’ve got a turret that could tear a whole through Jabba The Hutt’s stomach after Thanksgiving Turkey.
One problem, soldier.
That damn turret just wont aim high enough. You aim the thing until it hits the limit. And it just wont reach the angle needed for that damn chopper.
What-cha gonna do? What cha gonna do?”
“Sir. There’s a ramp up ahead. It’s the exit way sign. If it can hold the weight of this tank it just might give us the forward-momentum we need to carry us into the sky.”
The chopper’s growing closer every damn minute. In two seconds that choppers gonna nail your butt with explosive. You’ll be torn limb from limb.
You slam your foot on the throttle and watch as the tank accelerates up the exit ramp. The hunk of metal twists in the air. The turret hits the perfect angle. FIRE! Yippie Kai Yay Mother F***er.