"I think dat first 'what' should count, too!" Max laughs aloud, then heads over to his own damaged mech, frowning down at the still smouldering remains of one rotary.<br/><br/>"Shit. 'Dose is hard ta find. Yay. Requisition forms." He opens the cockpit and starts to crawl in to initiate repairs, then pauses. He stares at the shell-riddled armor for a full minute before yawning and deciding it can wait. He starts to head back to his room, but gets about halfway there before he realises that he can smell himself, and it ain't pleasant. After what he decides is to be the last frigid shower he ever takes, the maniac heads down to the lower level to see what the hell is up with the boiler.<br/><br/>Fifteen minutes later, he is confronted with an enormous metal container, pocked and dented by numerous bullet holes. "Oh yeah... Damn."<br/><br/>He scratches his head, then grabs a nearby wrench, conveniently left there after the<em>last</em>time he tried to fix the blasted thing, and sets to work.