Luxury. We used to dream about kidnapping the Pope. We only ever got to kidnap the Archbishop of Canterbury, and we were happy about it.
I remember a case in the UK where a housewife refused to let a washing machine repairman leave until the machine was fixed. It was a nearly new machine and a succession of repairmen had failed to fix the problem due to lack of parts, failure to diagnose the problem correctly etc. Irrc the machine got fixed and no charges were brought, although police were called.
I think what makes the difference in a case like that (aside from the sympathy one feels toward the frustated owner of the broken washing machine) is that she used no force, merely locking the door and hiding the key, and that he could have got away at any time if he had been prepared to use minimal force.
Have to say, this sounds like a medieval euphemism for a certain solitary vice. “Thou couldst hear it all through the dormitory; Brother Anselm did kidnap the Pope last night.”
I’m relieved someone else though so, too.
Apologies for now completely hijacking the thread, but here’s a picture of the Pope in a red glans-shaped hat. (SFW)
That’s exactly what the Unseelie Court wants you to think.
Wow. How tall do you suppose he is when he’s fully erect?