Sealand ran frantically over the docks of his country, stopping here and there to fix certain problems that came from living on a 1.5 square mile micro nation built on two cylindrical cement pillars.
"I'll show them! I'll totally show them!" said Sealand, "Next they'll think twice about not inviting me to the Olympics – I'm going to beat them all at Luge, and skiing, and whatever else! Then they'll have to accept me as a country! Sealand for the win…"
Sealand knew taking a helicopter wouldn't work. He had to bring his whole country and throw his weight around a bit, well, at least get noticed. He'd be there for the opening ceremony, whether the other countries liked it or not.
Some years before, Sealand had enabled his country to move through the water to save the G8. Those bastards had ignored him, but Sealand had been quite proud of that feat. This time would be much harder – to get to Sochi he would have to travel over land, but fortunately Sealand was a better engineer than the others really gave him credit for.
"All right, there we go! Now –" Sealand entered the control room, which was a huge small mess of levers and wires more complex than the inside of a spaceship. Sealand pulled one lever back as far as it would go, and the country shook.
"Engage!" shouted Sealand as his nation rumbled across the ocean floor, in the general direction of the mainland.