(Myroc : technically nobody has actually given the command yet.
Armok : it only becomes godmodding when it is not in the spirit of the game.
If Ash just built the thing in one turn, it indicates that that's the type of game it is.)
Disassemble tank.
Go Outside.
Rebuild Tank.
Request map to nearest elf settlement.
((Finally!))
"Hmm. Alright. Urist McBolts, I know just what to do! Disassemble the tank in to pieces that are small enough to transport through this fortress and rebuild it outside."
"GENIUS!"
*The dwarves eagerly jump on the tank and cut it up in little pieces, then start hauling them to - hopefully - outside. After passing many, many, many more doors, you finally reach the stairs to the outside world! You, Urist McBolts and some unnamed collegues start to randomly vomit around the place as the first rays of sunlight reach your eyes.*
"OH GOD. THE VOMIT. IT HURTS."
"Don't worry *VOMIT* Man of the Future and Past. Your cave adaption will stop after a few hours of vomiting..."
"OH GOD."
When you finally recover from your vomiting spree, you have a chance to look at your surrounding. You are on a grass plain with a lot of underground dirt on it. The plain is completely surrounded by mountains.
"Urist Mc Bolts! Get me a map to the nearest elven settlement while we work on rebuilding the tank."
"Ay ay! By the way, sir. We have always been mentioning to "it" as a tank, a tesla tank or a tesla tank thing. Wouldn't it be a lot easier if we gave it a proper name?"
Check progress on growing Fred the Beard.
While talking, you stroke your chin.
You don't feel any hair yet. Comeone, Fred, you can do it!