[Oh, it's his buddy who is self-conscious of his body.]

Here, I've got you.

[Scott's already there, a hand cupping over the device in his ear, urging the ants to stop. To immediately come right back out of the super private places they've begun to crawl. He doesn't know what the guy's got under there, but he can guess he doesn't want ants on him.]

They're a little worked up, man. I think it's from coming through that big machine. Messed with their heads.