After stumbling down the hill in shame I return to my home where I decide that the best course of action to stem my melancholy is a good pot of tea. As I sit there contemplating the meaning of life, it soon occurs to me that this trouble maker must be taught a lesson. Deliberating on this revelation leads me to concoct a cunning plan. I conclude that this plan must be brought to the fore as soon as possible.
Hence, I leave my home and go to the rather murkier part of the area about the regions about the hill, where I meet an exceptionally dubious man, who sells me the means to go back in time, more specifically to the time of the most venerable Mr. Pitt. The means to how this dubious fellow acquired such advanced technology is unknown, and it most likely will remain so for the time being. He also sells some rather enlightening, and illegal, varieties of tea.
Anyway, having acquired this illustrious device, I go back in time, and meet the venerable Mr Pitt (the younger of course), and win him over with an excellent tea party. After this, we talk business. We eventually come to the conclusion Zaen, is in fact, the new Napoleon, and must be stopped before we all fall under the sway of a future French tyranny. In order to prevent this Mr Pitt grants me a most useful regiment of British Musketeers, whom I take back with me.
Upon arriving back at the present day, I hide the sneaky time device, and march to the hill with my regiment of British Musketeers, 'dealing' with a few ruffians along the way. At the base of the hill, I order the regiment to fix bayonets and advance upon the top of the hill, and the dishonourable Zaen.
Whilst all this is happening, Zaen, in his arrogance, has fallen asleep upon the hill. As my men approach Zaen awakes, but he is quickly apprehended. Victory is celebrated by the expedient use of tea and musket fire at whoever happens to be passing by at the bottom of the hill.
We conclude that the best way to deal with the New Napoleon is put him where the old Napoleon was exiled to. Unfortunately I can't remember where that was right now, so we ship him off to Timbuktu instead, to spend the rest of his days doing whatever it is you do in exile, in Timbuktu.
In the meantime, we fortify the hill and bring up some cannon to protect it - or at least 1/2 the regiment does. The other 1/2 goes out on a recruitment drive whilst simultaneously hiring thugs to steal from the local populace, and then we sell the stolen goods back to them (I have thus just started the Base of the Hill Trading Company).