My life's dream is to drop into North Sentinel Island or some uncontacted Amazonian tribe in one of these riot suits with a baton, and hunt and beat the locals, laughing as they try and fail to hurt me, then leave again. I don't want to kill them, just beat them with a stick until they squal like in Tom and Jerry cartoons.
They will interpret me as some divine angel that came down to punish them for whatever sins they can think of, and tell their children for generations of that time and invincible man beat them all senseless.