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Tell your servants to clean up the mess.
"Servants!" you shout, "Clean up this mess, which I have made by firing rocket launchers into people!"
Soon the room is packed with servants, all of them working hard to clean up the mess. Which is no small task, by the way, considering the blood-splattered walls and burned carpeting. Still, a dictator's house has to look nice.
"You know," says one of the many servants, "You could have just shot them with a normal gun, seeing as you had one in your pocket the entire time."