I claim Slovenija!!! Nice little out-of-the-way country, not too large, great scenery, gorgeous women, a nice little chunk of Adriatic seacoast to get that import-export thing going, and convenient-yet-easily-defended access to all of central Europe for my hordes of mutant ninja hacker commandos…
Well, little did you know that Sean Connery is my super spy. He has been equipped with many a neat gadget and at this very moment he has U2 in his 1961 Austin Martin/submarine car (sadly, Bono had to ride in the trunk).
Sorry, I’m keeping Bono for my own personal enjoyment, if you know what I mean. He’s tied up in the tower of one of my castles. And Sean Connery’s tied up in another tower for when Bono’s too tired.
Give me the Dominican Republic, so that I’ll control all of the world’s potential major league shortstops. Then call Donald Fehr (the head of the baseball players’ union) and tell him he works for me now.
Well, I hate to to this but, until Bono is returned, I must declare war on you.
I have called in an airstrike and soon we will be carpet bombing your country. We have loaded up the planes with some nice rolls of 1970’s shag in a burnt orange colour.
Orange Shag? What kind of horrible person are you?!? Fine, be that way. You can have Bono back.
Could I borrow him for a weekend sometime? I’ve got friends visiting, and a concert would be great.
I’ve got Ewan MacGregor anyway, and NO ONE’S taking him away.