In this we are in agreement, we could very well be standing around all day explaining that very thing. I think, [Walter's scratching at his tattoo, then peering at it as they pass the lockers.]
Oh! Look. I match. [He he pointed at the numbers and then at his locker, which he began to summarily dig around in. And there were his pants. Jumpsuit. And a box of Red Vines. He pulled on the underwear and the jumpsuit first because it was a bit drafty. Just a little bit.]
If these are aliens, my boy, they most certain have good taste. [He held up the box of Red Vines and smiled.]
he's terrible. god walter. put your pants on.
Oh! Look. I match. [He he pointed at the numbers and then at his locker, which he began to summarily dig around in. And there were his pants. Jumpsuit. And a box of Red Vines. He pulled on the underwear and the jumpsuit first because it was a bit drafty. Just a little bit.]
If these are aliens, my boy, they most certain have good taste. [He held up the box of Red Vines and smiled.]