[He had wandered over, wondering what was going on over here. When he saw what you were supposed to do, he idly took a pen and paper, even though he didn't think he'd use them.
Who would he write to in the first place? His father? Hah. His father had always said that if Willy didn't stop his hooligan ways, he'd end up in jail. Willy had never believed him. His father would probably say he told him so.
Charlie, then? That was an option, but what could he tell him? 'Hey, Charlie, I'm uh...stuck in jail...I guess you get the factory sooner than expected, huh? Take care of it, kay?'
Pointless.
He just sits there, looking uncharacteristically melancholy. He pulls an everlasting gobstopper from his pocket and rolls it absently around in his gloved hand.]