(rapid fire montage of Gamma coming down stairs in ratty and/or dirty pants)
Me: Go upstairs and put on some nicer pants.
Gamma: (dramatically) These are the nicest ones I have!
(repeat for at least fifteen different scenes, various times of day and seasons)
(scene opens in sawdusty garage, half painted bench resting on paper)
Me: (in clothes obviously meant for sloppy work, touching up hard to reach spots)
Gamma: (just off screen) Oops. I got paint on my pants.
(Carrot looks over, camera turns)
Gamma: (standing in pristine white shirt, brand new unblemished jeans now bearing a dark maroon lean spot on the thigh)
Me: (irrationally calm) Gamma? I’ve never seen those pants before. Are they new?
Gamma: (brightly) Amazing what you can find in the bottom of a very deep and dark drawer.
(Carrot begins to tremble, screen fades to black)