The Pope is staying at his seaside villa. He steps out onto the veranda in his bathrobe and sits down to enjoy the view. He's totally relaxed. He flips his Bible open to Song of Solomon and starts to practice self-abuse. He's really jerking it when he sees a flash of light from the shoreline and realizes someone snapped his picture. He fastens his robe and runs to find security. He says, "Someone's taking my picture down by the shore. Find him, bring him here!" A few minutes later, the guards hustle in a paparazzi with a camera that has a giant telephoto lens. The pope says, "My friend, I'll make you a deal, and you have one minute to take it. Choice one, my guards take you away and no one ever sees you again. You understand? Choice two, you sell me this camera for, shall we say, one million euros."
The paparazzi says, "I could sell that photo to any magazine in Europe, so you will pay me, shall we say, five million euros."
The pope stares at him, hard, and then says to security, "Get him the money."
Next morning the cleaning lady sees the new camera on the pope's vanity. She says, "Oh, your holiness, you got a brand new camera!"
Absent-mindedly, the pope says, "Yes, it cost me five million euros."
The cleaning lady says, "Five million? They must have seen you coming."