Okay... I'm too amused to resist. I'll TRY and take a shot at this.
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Three: *continuing to lull Six * Haroon... haran haroon...
Four: Oh... (rubs neck) What a wonderful past life... so violent!
Two: (emerges from basement) What was all the racket up here? I swear I thought I heard... good heavens! Three! What ever are you doing to Six?!
Three: Hush! I just about have him under.
Ten: (emerges from basement) Ohhhhhh! Ha! The hypno-hypnoticy stuff! I remember that! Brilliant!
Three: (struggling not to break concentration) Almost.... have him...
Two: (clearly upset) Will someone PLEASE tell me what went on up here?!
Ten: Pardon me for asserting myself, buuuuuuuuuut, (snaps on brainy-specs) if I had to wager, I'd say that scarfman over there was assaulted by Six here after a long and rude lecture given about his weight problems, am I right?
Four: Assault is a bit of an understatement.
Ten: Awwww...brilliant! (runs to kitchen. Sonic screwdriver noise is heard from that general direction.)
Seven: (emerging from basement, the stairs having clearly been a workout for him) Hoooo boy... (out of breath, wanders to chair and sits down. He looks into the kitchen where Ten is puttering about and getting exited over a banana he finds in the refrigerator) Over 900 years old and all that energy. (huffs) How does he do it?
Three: Search me, old chap. I'm one of the youngest among you all, and here I am looking like someone's great uncle Jon.
Five:(walking in through the door) That's the trouble with regeneration. You never quite know what you're going to get.
Four: (eyes light up with childlike enthusiasm) Fivey!!! (runs over and hugs him) Ohhhhh! I KNEW you'd come around! Never could resist these family reunions, could you?
Five: Oh no... please? Uh... a little personal space?
Four: (putting him down) Oh, yes. Of course. Forgive me.
Five: (looking around nervously) Is Ten here?
(Five is answered with Ten screaming from the other room)
Ten: ALLONS-Y! (drops tosses banana peel out kitchen door)
Five: Oh. I see. (sulks) Well I suppose I'd best prepare myself for another fanboyish attack from him about how much he adores me and how I was his favorite regeneration and how much he and I are alike and-
(as he speaks, he starts to tie pillows around his waist, straps on elbow pads, knee pads, puts in a mouth-guard and earplugs and puts on a hockey helmet)
-how he's got the trainers and the brainy-specs and all that fine gear...
Three: (finishes calming Six) Aha! There we are.
Six: (blinks) Wha... where am I? Peri? Hello?
Three: Six, old friend... Peri isn't here.
Six: She's not?
Three: No. It's just you, me, and a few other familiar faces.
Six: (looks around) Ah yes! I remember now! (smiles, gets up, walks up to Four)
Four: Hullo there. Would you like a jellybaby?
Six: I remember now... YOU CALLED ME FAT!!!
Four: (nervously grins) I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking abou-
Six: (tackles Four, knocking him to the ground)
Four: Ack!
Six: (resumes strangling Four)
Two: (horrified and traumatized) Oh dear oh dear oh dear!!!
Five: -and how he once traveled in a caravan with me, but didn't tell me that he was a fan for fear that he'd make a bad impression, and how he has all my audiobooks and actionfigures, and-
Three: (sighs) It's going to be a long day...