“Well,” Will says, back up a little into the most open part of the shop – the should really go outside, probably, if they get the chance – “you're probably going to have to try them out.” He's not sure what that sounds like – doesn't care what it sounds like, really, but it's not good. “We've got company.”

Granted, other than the 'horrible monster intent on eating my face' factor, Will kind of figures he's already scraping the bottom of the barrel in terms of people he'd like to be hanging out with. It could be worse, he supposes. At least Marty seems like he knows his way around that pipe.