"Oh," Peter says, looking down at himself. He stretches an arm out and turns it around, as if looking at it for the first time himself. "Yeah. You gave it to me when the Squidward guy beamed me up."

That probably doesn't make any sense, Peter realizes, and he quickly tries to adjust.

"You will give it to me, I mean," he says. "Assuming that nothing changes, but I hope they will. That's why I'm here."