[ The comm turns on to show Reilly getting mauled by nine year-olds (in Danny's dojo). They're doing it out of fun, smiling and laughing and calling Reilly's name like he's some big, awesome older brother. They're also clinging to his legs and arms, and one is hanging off his back. From behind the comm, Danny's trying to stifle his laughter, giving instructions to the kids. ]
Lyle! Make sure you've got a firm grip on his arm! Don't let him shake you off. Sheyla, careful. Make sure you don't choke him. I can't afford another assistant.
[ Underneath the growing pile of children, Reilly's face is somewhat visible. It is, unsurprisingly, supporting a scowl. Although he doesn't seem to be making much of an effort to get the kids off, oddly. ] I'm not sure this is a proper training technique, "Danny-Sensei".It's a warm-up. A warm up? I've never heard of a warm up that requires... hey! That tickles! Which of you is doing that?Jenny! Now, while he's distracted!
[ Aaand another child jumps on. ]
[ All that can be made out now is muffled shouting. Directed at Danny. ]
[ Danny laughs, and the kids clamber on. After awhile, he waves a hand in front of the comm. ] Alright guys, give him some space.
[Pause. And you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. ]
And say hi to rest of the imPorts. You too, Reilly.
[ Manages to pull the kid hugging his face off of him, somehow. ] Say hello to the what?! You-- ! When... if... when I free myself, you are a dead man, Danny.
[ Danny laughs again and shuts off the comm. ]