Putin: Sir, you have issue in mind, mental health issue. Fix it.
Bob: Ok.
Putin: Maybe something serious. It is mind. Very dangerous. You must not go in public.
Bob: Ok.
Guard: Putin, we must go. This man needs nobody.
Putin: Yes. Let us go.
Bob quietly takes out briefcase full of poop.
Bob: Let’s go, mom, time to travel around the four corners of the world with this baby.
Putin: He has a point, guard.
Guard: Yes, let us go. Here’s yours too, your briefcase.
Putin: It was just Alaska.