Well, both, let them come to my place. I'll let them hang out here. We can drink some beers listening to prog-rock, and go out and get some girls, and at thursday nights eat pizza and watch Dr Who drinking from an old bottle of Smirnoff Vodka I still have at my apartment, and then we could do a road trip to the beach, we go out and surf, and drink some whisky laying on the sand at night while watching the stars, and then if the mood is right and if we're drunk enough we could, you, know, experiment and stuff, if they're open minded about that... and we could get some new outfit for Saddam, you know, give him a new look... And we'll play poker as we get older, and fix old cars, and listen to some old music and remember the good days, back when I was young, and when Saddam's attorney was young, and when Saddam was a cruel and sadistic dictator, and then the attorney will die in a cocaine OD and we'll close his eyes when we find him laying in the bathroom naked with cocaine still on his nose and upper lip, and we'll cry holding each other all night, and call the cops, and then Saddam will go to the US and meet some girl in Las Vegas and move with her to Alaska for some job he found, and I'll go into a journey of self discovery in Asia, and I'll meet Saddam in a cloudy night in Moscow six years later, and we'll hang out for a while, he's gonna tell his girlfriend from Vegas commited suicide, and he's finding a new path for his live, but each of us go separate ways again, I fly back to Brazil, he flies to Greece in search of a new love, because he has seen that movie "Shirley Valentine" on TV eating ice cream and crying, and he thinks Greece is where his love is at, and he'll find a rich bisexual greek named Adrapopalus who'll show him a new meaning of the word love, and I'll find a new love at the internet and fall in love with her and marry her, and Saddam will appear on the wedding, after the sex change, holding arms with his new husband, Carlo, because he dumped Adrapopalus due to his bad breath and obsession with french TV, and Saddam will go into plane trip with Carlo to the Caspian sea, but the plane will crash due to an impact with a blind albatroz and they'll perish on the crash, and my wife will see me crying at bed, with Saddam's picture, after I get the phone call he has died, and she'll ask "Who do you love more, me or this damn ex dictator?", and I'll...

Oh never mind then. Hang the damn bastard.