[Okay Mayfield, you may suck and smell of Capitalism but at least you deliver
SWEET ASS TANKS right on time because there is now one (1) TANK in the possession of one (1) Russia.
And this calls for one thing. Get smashed. Drive.
A) He is driving it (drunkenly) down the street. And by that I mean over your lawn.
B) He has spotted you on the sidewalk and is leaning out of the top, drunkenly slurring at you in broken English. Like that's any different than normal.
C) He has parked on Beaver Street and is cursing (pancakes!!) and kicking the treads to little effect. Also drunkenly. The gun is aimed for the house marked 1762.]