You don’t have to be a cardinal to be Pope. You don’t even have to be a priest. If the College of Cardinals wants YOU, Joe Nobody, then you are Pope Joe Nobody. They ordain you, advance you, and make you Pope.
So let’s say this happens. Here come a whole bunch of Italian dudes in robes and funny hats. And they tell you that you, yes, you, Joe Nobody, are the direct spiritual descendant of St. Peter, and the guardian and protector of the Holy Mother Church.
So you’re anointed with oil, you’ve now got your own funny robes, you’re sitting on your papal throne, and everyone is looking at YOU. Strangely. Until you realize they want you to say something.
What. Do. You. Say?
ummm… Your Holiness…