Good ol Mr. Colin Powell....

[FS]

Then, everyone in the room was distracted as a loud explosion, possibly from a humvee, sounded outside. A window shattered as a small, bronze, pudgy figure dressed in blue spandex somersaulted into the room.

"Stop, fiend!" he cried out, and the Iraqi ambassador spontaneously soiled himself. "Wh... who are you?" the ambassador asked in a feeble voice. "I... am VinceZeb!" the figure said in an obnoxiously loud voice. "I have come to... could someone turn down the heating in here?" VinceZeb went on to say, and fell to the floor with a mighty thump.

"Ha ha ha!" the ambassador laughed boldly. "Who of you can stop me now?" Meanwhile, Tony Blair pushed his way to the emergency exit, crushing the 80-year old coffee lady in the process.