"Anything is better than being caught in the hall in my Spider-man undies." Barry insisted as he leaned forward and tried to make eye contact with Hartley. It wasn't easy. "Four-seven-nine-seven. That's my combo. Just give me some pants to tide me over, I'll roll them up like shorts. I can probably get mine back soon... I just need to find where they threw it." Hopefully it wasn't in a tree again. Or down the toilet. "Thanks Hartley, you're the best!"