I just pictured him in arseless pants sitting in a seatless chair... hoisted by a weather balloon..floating over a panicked, screaming gaggle of AK47 bearing cameljockey's.
"oh no no no, fire from the sky oh no no no"
nah - let him be a "tourist", and eat the local cuisine. Then BOOM!, he drop the hammer, and walks away. (I'm assuming he's impervious to his own "brand"...?)