Mr. Bonding meets Pyro...
"It's now time for some bonding..."
Pyro, with an empty bottle of super glue in hand, grinned like an idiot. He was evidently unaware of Mr. Bonding's "recreational" activities.
"Already done," he said, "I'm bored. IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!"
The immortal ten year old leaped out the window and ran down a beaten dirt path upon landing. He jumped up and performed a couple mid-air kicks before disappearing. Mr. Bonding sighed and had to find another way to entertain himself. Half an hour later, he was escorted out of the hotel to a waiting patrol car by a pair of Officer Jennies with a bed linen hiding the fact that his hands were glued to his junk.