Daniel does NOT have a Buddha Belly! It's muscle, dammit!

Take off that shirt, man! Defend your honor... and your yummy tummy!
   
What a glorious setting. He should be frolicking naked, chasing butterflies in a park, under the sun.
   
Daniel is so ready to go home, now. He's got that spanking to look forward to, after all.
   

While we're on the spanking thing, let's just say that a good swat on The Fabulous Ass is much more productive than throwing Daniel through a wall.
   

Daniel should show Reese the real differences between human and android.

A little game of "I'll show you mine, and you show me yours" to help her understand the truth.

Not buying it, huh?
   

If he'd just drop his pants, we could be assured that the sparkage isn't coming from The Infamous Jackson Johnson.

We worry, ya know.
   

Hey, he promised he'd show her his wood! He can't go back on his promise!

Oh, world? Sorry. Hey, wood, world, it's all relative.
   

See? You made him cry! All those missed opportunities to show us his stuff.
   

It's not The Fabulous Ass, but at least we're getting another glimpse of tongue.
   

Geez, and he's leaving before we know if his curtains match the carpet. It's tragic, I tell you!
   
We must console ourselves with the knowledge that the carpet may well be a similar shade as the sideburns. See? Those wretched things served a higher purpose after all.
   
But really, guys. It woulda been so symbolic for him to walk into the ascended unknown completely nekkid.The glowy lights coulda covered the carpet, if Daniel was self-conscious. We're without shame, yeah, but we're not without heart!
   
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