"Finally, after so long I've managed to track you down, you overengineered testament to Pressure Cooker's ego. Not in too bad a shape, either, for spending four months at the bottom of a lake… She is going to be so livid when she sees you up and running again, with myself at the controls, of course. Might not have any snowsplosives or permafrost to use in the gun anymore, but, eh, I'm sure I can at least get her flattened under one of the massive tracks. Then, after I help her get back into shape, we'll see who'll be calling who 'ballast flanks'…
Afterwards, I guess I'll take off the turret and just use it as a motorcart, or something. Screw you, hay fever, I've got a tank!"