[ Scout hadn't intended for Spy to drop his tray, but he considers it a bonus, and now he's having to choke on tears of laughter. ]

Oh man, classic Scout!

[ He tries to wipe his eyes on his sleeve, casting a glance at the red-faced guards. ]

Come on, fellas, just checkin' your reflexes! Tell 'em they did good, Spy. Hey, can we get some magazines or a radio or somethin' in here? I need ta know how the Sox are doin'!