I think we should dress him in the orange jumpsuits he collects, and have him star in a little home movie with five masked marines behind him. Ask him some questions, get him to beg for his buddy Osama, and then bring out the knife and whip it around.
Give him a taste of whatever is to the legal side of the new definition of torture, and then LET HIM LIVE and deny him the 72 virgins. Make him rather sit with 72 stinky Al Qaida for a few years.