"Aliens?" Marty repeated in wonder. He had pretended to be an alien once...what did an alien look like? Holy shit, they were real?...
"No, I didn't steal anything! I swear, if Doc's alive you can ask him...the liscence plate, the liscence plate should be dated 1985 and there's probably some sort of metal test or something to see where it's from right?"
Boy did Marty wish he had a guitar at that moment. He always played when he was nervous or upset, and right now he was. Then he remembered.
"Hey, where are the hoverboards?" Marty's brow furrowed, puzzled. "I went to 2015 before...and there were hoverboards and those weird shoes and shit."