Except without a parachute, natch.
Do we have some sort of official tiered system of diplomatic threats in case of international shenanigans? First comes the strongly worded letter from the UN, which the fellow in Trashcanistan with a hook for a hand and an eyepatch doesn’t bother reading. Then comes John Kerry, who threatens to visit your benighted hellhole of a country and eat all the foie gras. Somewhere halfway between that and Hiroshima there must be an entry for: We’ll drop an entire used car lot on you.