Dave is fumbling around in the prize corner, his gleaming eyes narrowed as he scavenges around like a feral raccoon. "Is 'ere no more fuckin' cocaine in 'ere? Dammit." He suddenly snaps his head around, bolting upright as he realises he's been caught and waves his large hands in a dismissive gesture. "Gah- Why hello there, 'ol sport! I was NOT robbing the prize corner again!"